Short Stories

Underwater

Under the skies, under the moon, under their shoes.

All of his life, 'under' became his home.

Under supervisors, under parents, under friends.

Low, he felt.

He was chained to a rock bigger than his self esteem, heavier than his nonexistent achievements, and taller than his resolve.

No matter how hard he tried, he flapped his weak arms to swim to surface, but the abyss of the ocean looked closer than the sunlight kissed water.

He screamed at the rock to let go, to let him be free, back to his old happy days.

But how can a stone talk?

Instead, the water found a new entrance to conquer like the greedy it is. He is muffled and was forced to stay shut, although he never wanted this, he obeyed.

He silently obeyed. He submitted to his heavy legs that screamed to stop, his burning arms, his lungs whose water became its ruthless ruler and finally, his heart.

His only friend that stayed next to him all this time. The friend that always supported him, "Tell me when you want it to be over." Even if he always got angry and pushed him away, he calmly stayed there, like the annoying

His friend only wished for his happiness, why was for him hard to understand?

The poor boy just realized how it's the only escape. A great one it was. No more sufferings, no more pain, no more negativity and the pile of tons he felt was sitting in his chest, would disappear with one word.

One word that could grant him a paradise of infinite happiness. Who wouldn't greet this opportunity with open arms?

"Enough."

Again, he was under but water is his new home.