The Last Breath

The waves crashed into the dark pits of the ocean surrounding me. My arms flailed about as my legs began to tire out from the kicking. My best friend's boat was slowly disappearing into the fog in the far distance. I tried to scream for him to circle back but eventually had to just accept the fact that he was gone. I was trapped.

The ocean was a terrifying place. As a kid, I was obsessed with it. I used to always beg for my parents to take me to the beach. It just brought me so much serotonin just being able to sit on the sand and let the waves crash into my body. The older I got, the more I started to realize just how terrifying the ocean was. If you think about it.. the ocean is just one large abyss that we, as humans, will never truly understand what goes on under our feet as we wad among the waters.

Still treading my left arm in the waters, I used my right arm to kick off my shoes; each falling into the ocean below me, soon disappearing into the darkness. Next I yanked off my tank top the best I could with just one hand and watched as it floated away with the waves. After, I started to swim towards the direction I last saw the boat.

"Sean!" I shouted out every time I rose my head out of the water. I continued to paddle across. "Sean!"

Why was I shouting his name? It's not like he's able to hear me. Is he even still trying to look for me? It had to have been a few minutes since I last saw him. Has he even tried to call for help? The fog seemed to be getting thicker the more I concentrated into the distance. The current was making it even harder to swim in one direction. What if I never make it out of this?

Leading up to this dilemma was a lot. Sean and I were just goofing around on the deck of his boat; he was jokily hanging over the side and all I did was pull him back over. I just wanted him to stay safe. That's all I wanted. Once I had pulled him back into the boat, he grabbed my own arm and pushed me over the side.

"Try and catch us a fish." He said to me as he held me over the edge with a tight grip on the back of my shirt.

"Funny Sean," I remember laughing, "Now pull me back up."

He just laughed in response. That was the last thing I remember seeing him do. Before he had a chance to pull me back up, the boat collided with a giant wave that ended up knocking Sean backwards- my shirt letting go from his grip. Losing my own balance, I splashed into the water and immediately began screaming for Sean's help. He had to have seen me. I just know it. When I looked back at the boat, he was standing at the edge staring back at me. Almost as if he had been frozen in fear. I began throwing my arms in the air, expecting him to toss the lifesaver out for me to catch.

"C'mon Sean!" I shouted out, "Help me!" He didn't move. That was my last view of him as the boat slowly moved away into the distance.

My arms and legs have started to cramp now. The water suddenly felt ten times colder than it had before. My body felt as if it had started to go numb. I looked around for any sign of help nearby. I wanted to wave my arms once more, but I couldn't even bother to lift them back up. This was it, wasn't it? My toes started to go numb and my legs stopped pumping the water. Soon enough, my arms weren't even up to the task anymore.

I felt my body start to sink under. The waves crashing into my body started to crash over my body. I held my arm high, hoping I could still have one last chance of finding help, but eventually even that was a lost cause. No one was coming. Sean wasn't coming back. As I sunk deeper, I closed my eyes.

Good night world.