Psychological Vibes

Thalassophobia

I held on a large piece of wood, while the breeze of the sea carried me away from the teared up ship.

The sunshine saluted me to my brand and desolate home. I stared down to my feet and saw the dark abyss from the once beautiful ocean I treasured everyday. Now I just wanted to go back home. 

I could feel the sea current getting each time heavier, dragging me further away from land. Even though I have been this way for a couple of months. Perhaps years, I don't really remember when was the last time I saw a wooden house, or a skyscraper. It's one of those details I never thought I would ever miss.

I once again stared down to my feet. An irrational fear once again consumed me, tearing me up in tears slowly, but surely. A living nightmare taking me ashore. 

I felt something touching my feet. A fin. I submerged my head down to the sea, but I couldn't see anything. The salty water irritated my eyes and didn't allow me to see appropriately. I could only trust of what I could see above the water.

I hopped on the thin piece of wood and sighed. The sunshine was getting brighter, and for a brief moment, I could see down to my feet. A dark figure, deep below, circled around me, like if it tried to suck me into the hole it was forming in its movement.

I never felt so desolate in my whole life. I never felt so ambiguous. Why am I even here? How long has it been? Is this how I end? It was either dying of thirst or hunger, or passing out in exhaustion and sink down to seabed, drowning in the process. 

There was no other way than giving up. I was kilometers far from any sort of civilization, either north, south, west, east, or even below me. I became irrational and couldn't think on anything else than going down to the dark abyss. To try and recover some scrap from my ship.

I took a deep breath and submerged into the dark waters. It wasn't near shallow, and all I could see was a faint dark blue. I could see white pieces from the debris of my ship, but nothing else than that.

But then, that was when I heard it. An echoing rumble of rocks, far away into the ocean, faintly calling out my name. I completely ignored the sound and grabbed some of the scrap.

Once I noticed, I was way too down into the abyss. Around me where all type of rock formations. None of them made sense, or had any recognizable form, but it somewhat felt alive. It gave an odd feeling of pain. I approached the rock formation slowly, trying to not consume the few oxygen that was left in my lungs. I touched the rock and felt the multiple layers of rock. It was very sturdy. Almost like if it has been there millions of years ago. It didn't feel like a normal rock.

The ground below me started to shake, and all around me, the walls started to collide. To close up. In an desperate way of getting out, I swum to the surface, but it was too late. The last ray of sunshine dissipated from my view. My oxygen started to run out. 

I looked around me. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything else. I couldn't see my own feet, neither my hands. But I knew I was alive. I could feel my body, I could feel complete. I wasn't hurt... just lost. Hopeless. 

I swum down, only to find a big creature, laying down on the seabed. Dead. All it was left were their remains. I touched the seabed, looking for more remains. All around me were bones and intestines from past victims. Some creatures, some apparently human. I wasn't the first, but neither the last.

I smiled and looked up once again. Nothing but darkness was left. I started swallowing water, trying to get some oxygen. It was too late for that. I slowly started to pass away, and laid down on the seabed.

I closed my eyes, and left the inexistent current wash me away. I dreamed that I could reincarnate into a butterfly. Or who knows? I could even be a tiny fish, swimming its way back into its anemone.

Or be a creature that swallowed thousands of people, just like me. Only to warn those who commit the same mistake I did.

One way or another, I will stay the same way as I have ever been in my whole life, in my whole career of being a biologist.

The ocean is a beautiful place to be.