OPEN WATERS
JUNE 6TH, 2021
Chatter filled up his head, thoughts yelling at the top of their lungs screaming for the suffering to end.
Beach night. When the moon looked like the sun, shining bright over the dark waters. The wind kept the night quiet and felt as if you were sitting in stillness.
Almost as if the world let him be truly alone for just a moment. But that moment turned sour.
The obtrusive notions within his skull gave him a migraine. He thought to himself, that even in a moment like this, they invaded his peace. He felt like a wild dog.
He wanted them gone. Nothing he had tried before helped. Whether it was toxic bender’s or endless cries in the night, the thoughts never gave him a moment of peace. He begged for peace, and would do anything for it right now. But he knew nothing was honest in his life, and the vile memories had turned him wicked, with no light shining on any of his days.
But now he was fed up with it. He didn’t want this. Not tonight. No, especially not tonight.
Suddenly the waves roar in the distance, calling out to him. He looks over to the dark waters and tries to focus on the sounds of the sea, searching for the voices. He tries to even control them, but they’re out of his reach. He’s weak, and instead of becoming their master he surrenders to them. They call out, seeking his presence.
He doesn’t remember how his clothes got off. or how he goes so far from shore. He’s cold now. His legs and lower body freeze in the black liquid as he walks away from shore, looking for the voices. But they keep getting further.
He can’t see the shore now. He doesn’t remember where he is. But the voices seem closer.
He knows,deep down, no one will save him. Not even himself. His head finally submerges, and not a sound of struggle from him.
Then, a sudden swiftness.
Everything is quiet. and nothing more.
