The cool, cool water.

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Kimberly walked swiftly across the wet sand, the cool water rushing over her feet like a tsunami. The wind, blowing gently as a shadowy figure emerges from the bushes a few feet ahead. The figure seems to glide right over the sand, and the shells. The figure walks right up to Kimberly, and she grabs it in a joyful hug, with delight and joy in her eyes. She says “hello” as if the figure were a long last friend. They walk together along the waves, hand in hand. Going deeper and deeper as they walk, eventually she can’t walk any further, her head, right above the water, the figure says to keep going, but the pitch black sky is telling her otherwise. She pauses. Hesitant to move, as the figure lets go of her hand and moves further leaving her alone in the murky water. She screams for him, but he doesn’t listen, he goes further and further, to the point where he can’t stand. The figure disappears in the water below. She calms down, and realizes what’s just happened, and realized she missed her chance. She keeps on missing; he goes away without her, every single time. She can never do it, she wants to, so, so badly. She wants to go away with him, go where she can never come back from. She’s been told to go; they say it’s better there. They say she’ll see her family, so why can’t she just go with him?

Kimberly awakes, nerves shot, heart beating fast, hands shaking, and with tears in her eyes, and a ruling headache. When she noticed that, she realized she’d done it again, had another dream, of him, of death. She had been having these dreams for weeks. But this one was different. This one gave her chills; she went further, further than ever. She had seen images, her childhood, her mom, her sister, her father, the family that had died, and the life she once knew. Her life, flashing before her in the cool, cool water. Her life, she had tried to grab a hold of it, but it slipped away, day by day. And each and every night, she cried herself to sleep as her life was slipping away, each and every day. She had tried to save it, but now nothings worth saving, and she’s come close to the knife, to her throat, many, many times. That water, so cold, so lifeless, she’s found herself going further and further and further towards it, but she always stops herself. These dreams, pushing her further, no one there to stop her. No one there to help. No family, no friends, no life. And with no life, there’s nothing to live for.

Author's Note

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