Dragged UnderA Story by Zoe ManichartOkay, so this is just something weird that came to me one night. The woman was once human, but..well if I say too much it wont be a surprise. ^^
Her eyes slowly fluttered open and everything around her was so bright, but more than light flooded into those beautiful green eyes. Water surrounded her and at first she swam for the surface, hoping to relive her lungs, but when she reached the air and tried to breathe there was nothing. Her lungs didn’t fill and she suddenly found the urge to plunge back into the water and as she found herself fully submerged she could breathe again.
As she took in the water things seemed to slowly come back to her, like she had been made to do this her entire life. She looked all around her and found herself in a small container, hardly big enough for her floating upright, so she could hardly see below her. Nonetheless she found herself glancing down at a shimmering fin, almost as blue as the water around it. It didn’t shock her though, nothing did. Her eyes glanced around and all that seemed to throw her off was the fact that everything else around her was white outside the water.
It was quite a while before she saw anything move and it seemed to be a piece of the white around her until it came right up to the glass and tapped on it. She had nowhere to go, so she just found herself bumping up against the back of her tiny little area. The figure said something as it tapped on the glass and slowly the figure came into focus.
He was a shorter figure, very thin and pale with reading glasses on the end of his nose. Still, he had a smirk on his face with his other hand on his hip. He continued to talk, but somehow she didn’t understand. The words were clear as day, she could hear them, they weren’t muffled by the water, but they didn’t make sense, as if it was a foreign language.
“Looks like you turned out just fine,” he said, his voice sounding as though he had a cold.
And Aaron turned away from the small tank and went to a larger tank and hit a switch, causing the tank to fill. It must have been filling from some other tank for fish were flushed out with the water. It was then that another figure entered. A man with broad shoulders and thick black hair that was slicked back from his green eyes.
It seemed wrong to have her there. Her skin was pale, dry and cracked from the lack of moisture and she was constantly choking on the water still left in her lungs. She couldn’t breathe on her own and the doctors weren’t even sure she would ever wake up again.
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1 Review Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 6, 2008 AuthorZoe ManichartA fork in an unknown road, COAboutNothing special really. I'm not all that great at writing, in fact I hated it for a good part of my schooling, until one of my teachers showed me how wonderful it can actually be. My spelling isn't th.. more..Writing
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