《Observing Death》Depression
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How did it come to this? I thought as I slowly sunk into the water. My body lost its warmth, the cold water pierced through my skin and attacked me with its freezing might. My voice couldn't be heard, my groans of pain cannot travel in water, my calls for help never reaching anyone.
I was trapped in its domain, it didn't suck my strength away, it made me use them out of fear and panic. Flailing my way back ashore but the currents pulled me even harder, I sunk deeper into the water.
The first thing they took from me was my voice, it encased me in a muted environment where sound cannot travel.
Along with my voice was my ability to breathe, the water blocked the flow of air from my nose and mouth prompting me to hold my breath for as long as I can hold them. By the time I couldn't bear the lack of air, I instinctively inhaled and that is when the water broke through my defenses.
It gushed through my mouth and went down my throat, my body screamed in pain as the water filled my lungs and stomach.
I struggled and spasmed as I held my neck, burning pain attacked my nose and throat despite the freezing cold temperature of the water. Bubbles went out from my mouth, the last bits of air I had forcefully expelled by the water inside me destroying my lungs and making my body heavier.
I sunk deeper, light couldn't reach me anymore. I was surrounded by darkness, I knew I couldn't escape, I couldn't fight back. Slowly losing my strength, I succumbed to its wishes and gave up my power to resist.
My eyes stared at the surface, the moon shining through the water. It was always there holding its hands out to me, I reached with all my might but I could never shorten the distance as the water pulled me back everytime I tried.
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My nose burned even more as I cried but the tears never showed up, they were swept away as soon as they fell. It took ahold of my emotions as well, it wanted me to be an empty vessel, an ornament to display in its home.
The water slowly took everything away from me, I sunk further down, the surface far away from my reach. My body refused to move, my eyes blinked ever so slowly, I was tired and I would be able to sleep any minute now.
I wish that I could hear the sound of birds singing once more, to see the sun shine on the grass as the air swept their scents and touched my soul. A wish never to be fulfilled as the water blocked my senses, trapping me deeper inside its mouth.
The only thing I heard was the beating of my own heart, it screamed louder than any other time for it was the only sound that stayed with me.
I didn't notice that I was already at the ocean floor, my body laid down as the fishes passed by me. My heart beating in longer intervals as time passed, my mind feeling muddled slowly losing my ability to think.
My brain lacked the air it needed to function, my sights go blurry, not that I could see anything past my fingers as the darkness overwhelmed my sight.
I couldn't hold on anymore, I was already spent.
I tiredly closed my eyes as my heart slowly gave its last beats, my mind was shrouded in darkness as my consciousness gradually faded. The sound of the ocean waves was the last thought I imagined, deceiving my ears as I fell into a deep sleep.
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