The first thing I noticed was cool air tingling my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. The second thing I felt was cold water rushing in my ears as I threw my hands up in hope of catching something. Then there was pain that came with finally waking. Oh, it was agonising. Pain blistered up and down my entire body, spiralling to each and every crevice of myself. My eyes snapped open but I immediately regretted it. A feeling of discomfort and sharp needles pierced through my skin.
Closing my eyes again to keep in a few steady breaths, I tried once more. This time, I was successful, I could keep my eyes open longer than a few seconds.
I moved, trying to get up. But it served as punishment as a strangled yelp lefty lips. Pain exploded everywhere but I noticed where the pain was at most.
Suddenly it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. There was a giant brick sitting on me, closing in on me, depriving me of oxygen. I risked a glance down at myself and this time, there was nothing holding back the tears at what my eyes saw. My body was bruised and battered. Scratches and blood marred every inch of my body, my feet throbbing with unbearable pain, few remnants of pebbles I ran over a few hours ago added a pile to my suffering.
Sparing a glance to my side, I erupted in sobs when I saw my slashed wrist. The blood flowed down in scarlet waves tinting the blue water.
Did I...did I succeed?
No. No, I couldn't be. Death wasn't that easy, despite its eternal beauty of it, I could never succeed. I could suffer, but never succeed. I inched my head to the side, as footsteps echoed in the empty house.
Empty.
My family was gone. My parents were gone. They didn't keep their promise.
I tried to scream but my head was underwater.
It hurt.
My vision started blurring, the water seeped through my nose, filling up my lungs, confining the walls of my body. I could faintly hear rushed footsteps. I tried to look but failed. The vice of change poisoned my mind, with shimmers of delusional flames. It was too close but with lethal aims of bowing to my desires.
Fingers gripped my bare arms, my body jerked, and a faint sob escaped my lips making me thrash in the hold. Strong arms were achingly wrapped around my body, providing me with the warmth I so greedily desired. I couldn't remember when I was wrapped in a towel when I was laid on the bed.
With uncleared vision, I tried to envision my rescuer, my saviour when I didn't want to be saved. My breaths came out shallow, the water was too deep in my system.
I blinked my eyes, rugged features greeted me. But despite the godly-craved face, his crimson eyes stood distinct. I would have jumped and run for hills I was in my right senses but I couldn't. My eyes closed on their own as his cold fingers ran across my cheek, igniting electric shocks all over my skin.
He implores whilst the tips of his thumbs rubbed my tears away from beneath my eyes, his own dispirited perhaps by the fact