I feel like I'm falling. The wind thrashes my face violently, as though I was moving very fast; and even so, it all seems to be going so slow. Incredibly slow. It seems to me I hear screams, voices, I don't know. It is like going through a tunnel that you cannot see, but perceive as a stream of panic and fear, not yours, but others'.
The reflection of something bright, I see the reflection of something bright up in the distance. Is it the end of the tunnel? I don't think so. It is just something that is bright and shines. The wind makes my eyes cry. They are watery, but I'm not crying. And if I was crying, I wouldn't be crying because I'm sad, quite the contrary: I World cry because I'm happy; tought I never thought it could ever be possible. It does not make any sense at all: imagine, crying because you 're happy.
I'm coming closer and closer to the bright; or ist it the bright which is coming closer to me? It's just the same, we are closer and closer. I turn my head to have an idea of where I am or to check whether I know the place, but I only see spots, I feel I am going somewhere very, very fast, that's why my eyes are crying and I feel like needles picking up my face, and even so, the whole world seems to be spinning so slowly.
I feel it on my hands fingertips. I think now I get it. It's water. The reflection I saw was the sun reflecting on the water in the pool, in a hot summer's day. I see my hands going into the water slowly and I feel the spasm of cold in my skin as my arms go underwater. It all is happening so slowly that I think I can feel every cell in my body shaking at the temperature change. Water.
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Rebirth
Teen FictionThis is not about me: but about what other people might be feeling inside. How many people need to die until society release that bullying is a major problem and that it should be taken care of more seriously