Mortal

Why me?

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Anyways, on with the story!

I feel the icy cold air hit my face as I stare at the water below me. I think back to this morning. The bruises on my face, neck and torso are not the worst injuries that I have ever received from our daily punching sessions.

My dad walks through the front door. Now our entire house reeks of alcohol. I hear him immediately stomp up the stairs to my bedroom. I know what will happen. He enters. 'Off your arse boy!' I obey. I shuffle towards him. 'How much homework did you do today?' He yells in my face.
'Dad, I didn't get told to do any for tomorrow.'
I brace for impact.
Oof.
I feel his fist collide with the side of my face. It starts to burn. I rub it.
'If you have no homework to do,' he says carefully, ' WHAT DO YOU DO INSTEAD?'
'Housework...' I mumble. 'Speak up boy,'
'Housework.' I manage to say a little louder.
'Yes...' he says,'But you didn't did you?'
I shake my head.
'Look at me.'
I slowly look up into those cold gray eyes, placed below the bulging vein in his forehead.
I feel the fist connect with my ribs. Again and again. He leaves. I lie on the floor in agony.

I am taken back to the cool night air on my face. I sigh. I begin to remove my clothes. I am now only In my boxers. Opening my bag i remove the 2 bricks and the thick rope. Then I tie the bricks to my ankles. I climb over the railing and estimate the drop. Maybe 40 feet? I then start to think of the sorry note I left my best friend. No. Stop.

3...2...1...Go.

Th cold air is suddenly rushing past my face. I feel the freezing cold water hit my back as I did an accidental back flop. Oh no. My first thought: I hope no-one alerts the police. I dont even try to hold my breath as I get sucked deeper into the river. I watch the bubbles rise from my mouth and go darting upward, as if exited to be let free. Then the pain starts. A pain I have never felt before. Pain with no end. Then I feel the river bed collide with my heels. The jagged rocks cut and bruise me but I don't care. I've felt it all before.
I take a deep breath and wonder, how long will this take? I must have been in intense pain under the water for at least 5 minutes. Will I pass out? Will I just die? I am confused. I am in pain yet I won't die? Am I a freak of nature? Great. Somthing else to get bullied for. I scratch my head. Am I half fish? No.
Wait, the minute I thought that the pain stopped! I feel odd... different... special. Oh.My.Gosh. I grew gills. I'm half f*cking fish. Sh*t. I wanted to die. Maybe, just maybe I'm going mad because I'm about to die. I press my neck. Gills. I look at my toes. I have f*cking webbed feet.
I wish it would go away.
Aaaaah! The pain is back in full force, maybe I'll die? Ow I've been under water for half a f*cking hour I'm not gonna die am I. I release the bricks from my ankles. I begin to float up. I reach the surface and see the beginning of sunrise. I trudge up the mud bank and pick up my stuff. I then dress again and begin to wander home. 'I'll try again tonight' I say to myself. 'Maybe I dreamed it all...'

I hope you liked this!
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