Head Above Water [K!ah & Death]

Why? Why was I here? Why was the dark liquid that was a murderer moving around my body like a predetor sixing up his prey?

It was like back then, back like the time my family was devoured by the unpredictable substance. The sky almost seemed happy but I could taste it, I could feel it. I wasn't safe here, but why was I out here in the first place- oh, thats right. It ad been drowning and I had not thought twice about jumping in after it because I couldn't allow myself to see something like that again, I couldn't allow this ocean to claim the life of another right in front of my eyes. Looking down I see the poor creature clinging to my shoulder, its fur plastered against its skin, its eyes wide in horror. I never thought I'd see a cat look this way, but I knew the look, I knew it all to well it was the same look that they had given me before they disappeared forever. 

"It'll be okay," I try to say to the cat with a smile but as the words slip from between my lips lightening strikes at the surface of the glass like liquid and my heart squeezes in my chest my mind losing all control it has. 

The sky swirls and darkness eats away at my conscious. Lightening strikes as my body is thrown into the wooden planks that make up the deck to our small boat. Father flies off the edge and I scramble to my feet desperate to save him, desperate to pull him back on board because in the ocean tonight not a soul would survive. I scream his name but the sound of thunder drowns me out, the ocean throwing the small boat around like a child playing with a ball.  cling to the edge and I watch as my mother is thrown over next... 

The cat screeches as thunder fills the angry sky, making the clouds churn and the ocean waters rage. Waves crashed down around me, throwing my body around like a doll caught in the hands of an angry child. I scream for help but as soon as I open my lips they are filled with salty liquid and I begin to choke. I cough and splatter and frantically kick my feet, my screams trying to make it past the splattering need for oxygen in my lungs. Was this what it was like for them? To die by water, to suffocate because of lack of oxygen. Painful, terrifying. I scream again, my throat forcing my voice out into the angry air. I was not to far from shore, but maybe I was to far, no one would be able to hear my futile cries. 

"someone, help me, please. I dont want to die. I want to be safe. Be safe, like she had told me to." I had to be safe because thats what she had said, what she had always said. be safe. be safe. be safe.

Help me. 

The skies howl and I cry.

There is no one here to save you, they seem to scream at me as mother nature sends waves of salty liquid crashing into my body, determined to submerge me and to fill my lungs with the same water which I feared. I open my mouth once again, only to have it filled with the vile liquid. I cough, forcing the droplets of salty water to exit my body the same way it entered. I couldn't die, not yet, I had to hold on, I had to take care of the things, of the people, of the life that my family left behind. 

I would live. I would.

The cat jumps around in my arm, its claws digging into my skin as it clung onto me for deer life. I barely feel it though, the adrenaline pumping through my veins numbing my body from such insignificant pain. I don't try and cam the cat down, my legs pushing through the water in attempts to keep my head above the water, my long dark hair fanning out around me, being swept up with the waves and shoved into my mouth adding to the difficulty to breathe.

bloody hell, ou would have thought dying would be more, i don't know, elegant. 

Suddenly someone has their hand around my arm and at first I thought it was one of those sea monsters- the ones you hear rumours about, wrapping their tentacles around their preys arm before dragging them into the depths of the dark blue sea. But after a moment I hear the person speak. It was a guys, his voice almost soothing as he tugged me closer to him, his strong legs dragging the both of us and the cat which still clung to me back to wherever it is that he came from. 


I ty to have a better look at him but the waves refuse to allow me to se the face of the person who had just saved my life. Salt fills my mouth as I try to say thanks, my throat filling with the foul water. I gurgle then spit, my throat tender from the screaming and excess water which had managed to slide into the safety of my stomach, avoiding my well needed lungs. 


He drags me over to what seems like a boat, I feel several different pairs of hand lose around the tops of my arms before I am pulled free from the desperate hands of the sea and place gently down on the wooden planks of an old fishing boat. I was safe.

My breaths come in huge gasps, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try and force my heart to calm down. With wide eyes I watch as the boy who had come after me climbs into the boat, water dripping from his body, his shirt hugging him tightly. "Uh, thanks," I mumble looking at the deck in which I sat, the scared cat huddled close to my body, its whole frame shaking. I reach down to  run a hand through its mattered fur, my hand shook, but as I petted the small animal it started to ease off, my whole body slowly regaining control.