At first, it was a just a loud screech.
A shrill.
Then a loud crash.
Vibrating . . . Vibrating . . .
Silence came next.
Slowly . . . Gradually . . .
A deafening frequency on her head,
Heartbeats pounding against her ears.
Soon, darkness engulfed her whole being.
Suffocating, unable to breathe.
She had held her breath,
Imprisoned by the unforgiving waters.
Eyes closed? Or opened?
It didn't matter; all she knew that coldness was freezing her voice.
Gasping. Gasping. Gasping.
Opening her mouth, desperately gasping for air.
Each cell of her body was screaming for the oxygen to come,
Fighting with her willpower to live.
She had to breathe. She needed to.
So she tried to.
Yet for some reason, it became completely quiet.
All of her struggles had eased.
Telling her to go deep down . . .
Further and further below the darkness.
I jolted up from my sleep, as if I was in a sense of alertness! My heartbeat was faster than it should be, panic ascended to my chest and burned my throat. Now my brain had depleted from the exertions of the night being in a marathon of a terrible dream!
In a few minutes, I wallowed in the subtleness of gloomy dawn.
My sights were still in the grasps of the splintered visions. Hesitantly, I rubbed the dreams away.
There were these small memories, but strong enough to tear apart the very soul. For someone who had a miserable experience and bound to live with those memories for the rest of this life, I had to carry a compass to tell where the course where would I go.
I was aware that my mind became a burial place of the past. Unable to forget, I remembered how these circumstances made choices for me as though putting weights on my shoulders. Only if I could forget, living without the pain I had been enduring in my whole life . . .
But I'll be there soon . . . I'll keep on waking up, you see.
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