POISON KANDIE
(Stories)
A Drowning Moment
By: THIRTEENTWO
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Paul fought the waves with all the strength he had. He fought harder and harder, trying to reach the salvation of the shore, but he couldn't swim beyond the grip of the ocean. His head went under and the salty water invaded his lungs. He looked up and saw the sun shine through the water. He felt peaceful while he inched closer to death, looking up and seeing the brilliant light dance on top of the water. Sinking deeper and watching the colors dance above would be just fine, he thought. He almost gave up on himself, almost. He remembered all he would leave behind if he died. He remembered all the things he hadn't done; things he desired to do. He fought the currents of the water. He burst through the water and gasped for air. He clawed at the water. He would not die in front of these people. He would not die in this water. On the shore, people gathered to watch Paul die. None of them wanted to risk getting pulled under by the terrified drowner. They watched together, all hoping he would pull through but all secretly happy he was out there instead of their loved ones. They watched him fight for his life. He fought for his life with every kick. He thrusted his arms through the water and wanted to live more. He wanted to live more than ever. He would change everything, he knew it. His life would start again, as soon as he reached the shore. If he made it to the shore. When he made it to the shore. Paul pleaded with God. He promised to do things differently. He tried everything he could think of; he swam and tried and did anything and tried to live. Life was important to him. Life became more important with every breath. He struggled to stay alive. When he made it to shallow water, some of the spectators helped him to the sandy beach. They laid him on the wet sand and watched him, everyone gathered around him. He survived. He was still alive. More alive than ever. Every muscle ached but he lived. He could see the dancing lights when he closed his eyes and he wondered how close he had come to death. Someone asked what room he was staying in and he told them. They helped him there and left him alone. He was happy to be alive. He had a second chance at life and he didn't want to waste it. No more long nights and early mornings wasted doing nothing. No more days spent doing nothing. Paul wanted to start his life over by meeting new people but he smelled terrible. He wanted to relax so he ran a bath instead of taking a shower. When the bath tub was full, he put one foot in the tub. When he lifted his other foot, he slipped and smashed his head on the soap holder; the soap splashed in the water and his blood splashed the wall. He was knocked out, his head went under water. Blood mixed with the bath water. The water spilled onto the floor. Paul drowned before anybody found his body. Sometimes, one chance is all you get.
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