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Water.

As the water crashes on my feet I feel their touch.

It's a familiar touch, that makes me feel safe.

The touch wraps around my legs.

It's almost too much too fast, but it's perfect.

It's consuming me. And I go deeper in.

I jump at the increase of water.

It's freezing.

My legs move backwards, terrified of the foreign feeling.

But the water gets stronger, the currents push me deeper in.

As my body tries to swim, the ocean holds me in place.

My body slowly adjusts to the ocean. 

The water gets warmer, the sun's rays aren't too hot, and my skin tingles from the heat. 

I am enjoying this new adventure. My arms love the touch of the water.

 I swirl my arms around, feeling the water rush through my fingers. 

A delighted smile forms on my face.

I'm consumed. Happy. I feel peace.

But the currents get strong. My body starts to get dragged deeper and deeper in.

 I move my arms in panic trying to grasp the air. 

But the air escapes my lips leaving me to fend with the water.

I had stayed too long.

Panic washes over me.

I can't go down like this: the water wouldn't do this to me.

It was amazing, what happened?

The waves get larger and stronger.

My body falls under the water hitting the sand underneath. I kick my legs trying to swim ashore,

but it's useless.

Air leaves my body.

My lungs fill with water.

The feeling of peace turned to anger.

How could I trust this?

I knew I could get hurt.

So why'd I do it?

Why?

I knew I shouldn't have even tried.

And now my lifeless body drifts with the waves warning others.

But it's too late.

Everyone believed in the water too.