Beginning

Author's Note: My teacher gave us the end of a story and we had to write the beginning of it, so here it is. (Where the ******************** start my story ends.


I thought diving was easy. I thought swimming was easy. I’m stuck with the fact that I can’t do either of these things nor have I tried, until today. I’m also literally stuck, in a pool, with my foot stuck. It’s feels like someone or something is grabbing on to my ankle, and it won’t let go. I didn’t think I would get stuck. Everyone dared me, but now I’m lying at the bottom of the pool. I’m stuck. “Someone help me!” I try to scream, but the only thing that happens is water gets sucked inside me. And my lungs collapse even more every time I struggle to say something. This is all my fault. Right now I should be in my bed, grounded. But of course, I’m not. My mom wouldn’t care if I die, anyway, that’s probably what she wants. I hope I do die, then I don’t have to face her. She probably won’t even be home. She never is. She gets home at about 11 every night, drunk. She wakes me up, and locks me outside. I tell my friends about my problems, but all they do is laugh. Everyone’s life would be better if I was gone. Only if.

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Then there was nothing -- only a silence that filled my ears like honey. It dripped down, insulating me from the world outside my closed eyes. For several moments, I succumbed to this silence, welcomed it, and hoped that perhaps it would last an eternity.

It didn't. From a distance, I could hear voices calling. My name floated on the wave of voices as they crested and grew louder, disturbing my silence like the squeezing of a balloon.

When it popped, I finally opened my eyes and faced the world again.