The Call

A/N: Hey! So I haven't ubdated in a long time. I don't know when I will because honestly I have lost all my motivation. So instead, I publish this short story of mine. It IS complete.

In case you haven't read the description: 

WARNING: This shortstory describes many dark themes: suicide, loss, pain, bullying... KNOW YOUR LIMITS!

It had been a warm day. The sea breeze randomly shuffled her hair strands at intermittent periods. The clouds, by mutual agreement, had deserted the sky. Only one of them dared to show a small wisp of white in the immaculate blue. The sun, a fade orange orb slowly declining behind the waves far away, was imposing his last rays on the ever-rising tide. The sea would soon claim her rights; it had already started. In a few minutes, the small sand dunes would be submerged. And by the next hour, the water would be high enough for boats to sail away into the unknown. During this whole period of time, powerful marine currents would be created. Swimming would be forbidden, families were already walking back to the numerous restaurants lined on the street, and the excitement of the city would soon reach this heaven.

She knew that. Just as well as she knew this perfect day would be over before long. To all paradise, there is a hell. To all sunlit day, there is a storm. To all pleasure, there is a torture.

Next morning, she would have to go back to the insufferable routine of school. She would have to worry about tests, about not saying anything suspiciously intelligent, and about surviving the incessant taunts of her classmates. She would be restrained in the inescapable cell of society for another week.

She often dreamed of being a drop of water in the ocean. Free to go wherever her heart dictated she should, free to swim in life with whomever she wanted, and free to finally be herself.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and looked around. The sun was now low over the horizon and a small mist was forming. Right in front of her, the animal reserve mocked her by the distance. The water between them seemed to call to her. Only a few people remained. Those were like her: they enjoyed the very last moments of tranquility. They wouldn't bother her.

Her eyes tuned back to water. Under the fire created by the sunset, she could get glimpses of deep blue. The ripples on the surface took her back seven years before, when her mother was still alive. She had always told her daughter to have faith in the sea. It hated to be contained and always braked free. Whatever the cost.

The girl remembered her mother's eyes, the crystalline blue that ran in the family, the ever-present wisdom in them. Their beauty had mesmerized everyone, until the light they possessed disappeared forever. The girl could still recall the unique expression in them when her mother had drowned. She had watched, cursing her helplessness, as her only loved one took her final breath. 

Her mother hadn't been frightened. She had been at peace, conscious of what was happening, but detached from the reality of it. The only emotion she experienced was regret, for she had failed to protect her daughter from sorrow.

As she remembered, the girl seemed to hear the melodious voice that had rocked her to sleep during the five first years of her life. 

The waves crashed against the bridge. The splashing sound reminded her of that same voice, when she pained to form a word in her last moments. The waves called to her; she was sure of it. They shouted for her to join them. They promised she would be free, over and over again. 

Her mother's voice added to the roar. She pleaded her daughter to jump, as she should have done so many years ago.

The girl felt like she was five all over again. She had hoped against hope that her mother would have called her for a swim. That her mother would have told her everything was alright. 

She would have done anything, right then, anything her mother would have told her to do. 

Here was her chance to prove it. Her only chance to achieve redemption. Her only opportunity to free herself of the culpability she felt every single second of her life.

Without further thinking, she dived.

A/N: Some people don't understand the ending so here it goes: she probably didn't survive the swim. She had no will to live and wished to be reunited with her mother. Even if she did want to live, the rising water is extremely dangerous and few survive.

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