10-22-2019, 01:39 PM
My eyes don't stray from the ragged blue feather, following it as the current drags it this way and that. But he's talking, still talking, and I'm sure it must be important. And then the feather is gone, vanished around the bend, and I'm standing in the water with him. When did I get in the water? I'm not sure, but it feels so cold on my thin skin. Never did like the cold.
But the water, it swirls around us, threatening to float me away. Where would it take me? I blink at him, confused. "Drowning? Can't say that I have. Thought about it though." It could be an interesting way to go, if it worked. And i rather wanted it to work. How long had I wasted here, near death but not near enough.
Wasn't that the story of my life. Right on the edge of what I wanted, and never able to really have it. Family, home, friends, faith. It all comes crumbling down and I'm through picking up the pieces. Let someone else have a turn. My lips are cracked and bloody at the corners, sore. I can't remember when I last drank water, or ate, for that matter. Who needs food and drink when the lack of it only means a sore belly and skinny legs? Not enough to kill me. What were we talking about...
Oh yes.
"Would you like to drown me?" I ask, and I may as well have asked if it will rain. If I can't die, at least let me feel something new. Maybe I'll prefer water to air, fill my lungs with it and breath out all my worries. There can be no space for anything else if all I am is water.
I'll let him think about it though, I'll take a drink and let him ponder. It's cold, so cold, and my throat hardly recalls the action. And my stomach will cramp the moment it hits. I hope he doesn't take too long to decide.
@[Leilan]
But the water, it swirls around us, threatening to float me away. Where would it take me? I blink at him, confused. "Drowning? Can't say that I have. Thought about it though." It could be an interesting way to go, if it worked. And i rather wanted it to work. How long had I wasted here, near death but not near enough.
Wasn't that the story of my life. Right on the edge of what I wanted, and never able to really have it. Family, home, friends, faith. It all comes crumbling down and I'm through picking up the pieces. Let someone else have a turn. My lips are cracked and bloody at the corners, sore. I can't remember when I last drank water, or ate, for that matter. Who needs food and drink when the lack of it only means a sore belly and skinny legs? Not enough to kill me. What were we talking about...
Oh yes.
"Would you like to drown me?" I ask, and I may as well have asked if it will rain. If I can't die, at least let me feel something new. Maybe I'll prefer water to air, fill my lungs with it and breath out all my worries. There can be no space for anything else if all I am is water.
I'll let him think about it though, I'll take a drink and let him ponder. It's cold, so cold, and my throat hardly recalls the action. And my stomach will cramp the moment it hits. I hope he doesn't take too long to decide.
@[Leilan]