Water. Water. Water.
Wherever he looked, there was only water. Surrounding him. Pressing in. Claiming him. Light became out of reach above his head as he submerged to the depth. Further and further. Darkness awaited below in an unknown distance. Ready to consume, it smiled.
He thrashed in panic, trying to swim, but only to found himself sank deeper. He opened his mouth to breathe, to scream, to crying out for help; instead of air and voice, water infiltrated his lungs. Water and desperation jostled his chest, weakened his limbs. His mind went blank in an absolute terror, eyes refused to shut, they were burned.
There’s only water—
Going to die
He looked up, the light was now his sky. Nothing could bring him up there.
His eyes caught another existence in front of him, within reach. A little girl on his age, pale and skinny in unhealthy look. Her eyes and mouth were shut in stern line. Her body drifted in still motion, almost like a corpse. As she descended, her dark hair and white torn dress danced around. Graceful. He extended his hand to her, but his life force gave in. His hand never reached her and they sank deeper.
Before dark engulfed his vision, her eyes opened. Her skinny hand extended to touch his jaw, until both hands cupped his face. A little smile rose on her lips. She laughed.
No turning back now.
The darkness’ embrace was cold.
Adapted from my favorite fan fiction writer’s work. I was inspired by one of the scene. All honorable mentions go to them who recently seems to have stopped participating in the fan fiction world. I’m not mentioning their name here for I will probably put them in more trouble if I do.
No kidding, I do hate deep water.