Every
breath split the icy night air. Footsteps “crunching” on the coarse gravel under her steady feet. One after the other, like clockwork pushing her onwards to her intended destination. The ocean -- the light of her life -- her whole world. She didn’t belong on the land, every step sent knives shooting up her legs.
She had thought it was all worth it then, now she knew it was hopeless.
She only wanted the world above because it was something different, something new and interesting. The grass is always greener on the other side so they say, well they were right.
How she longed for the life she had once lived, for her sisters and father. Her footsteps faltered, her breath drawing in as she realised, she would never see them again. …show more content…
She would never again hear her father 's booming laugh, stirring the water around them.
Never see the sweet smiles and eyes of her sisters. They were lost to her now and she to them.
A panicked shout drew her away from her thoughts. Bare feet balanced on the edge of the long wharf, the harsh water gleaming below. She ignored it. Instead focusing on the memory of her sister’s voices. Somewhere within them the almost forgotten voice of her mother. If she could not be with them, what was the use. She was doomed if she stayed, doomed if she returned. No one choice grimmer than the other. As if sensing her dark thoughts, the water churned and the air stirred, pushing the tendrils of her hair away from her pale and drawn face. She leaned forward, seeing the horrified faces of her dear sisters deep beneath the waves. She continued forwards, letting gravity do the rest. Pulling her down. Back …show more content…
The feeling of cold damp wood beneath her bare feet. The wind chilling her further through her thin nightgown.
“Shh, what were you thinking? Are you hurt? Dear god you 're freezing...”
She opened her mouth to reply, willing in vain for her vocal chords to work. Her heart sunk when she thought of the beautiful gift she had so naively bartered away to get where she was now. She was so tired, so tired of it all. She wanted to speak to him. To sing again. Yet most of all she wanted to tell the truth. She wanted this dream turned nightmare to be over. Silent sobs now wracking her body she felt a deep despair settle in her already haggard heart. Knives stabbing into the worn area in her chest where she knew it resided. Far worse than the ones shooting up her legs as she was drawn to her shaking feet. She stood avoiding the dark eyes that were now seeking hers, questioning and pleading. Willing her to look, trying to understand. A deep soothing voice
“Hey, look at me… please tell me what 's going on”
Coaxing her eyes up to meet his in the dark night’s air. The previous storm all but a faint wind tickling his raven hair, eyes at last desperately connecting. Her