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Breaking Entry1: Watery Ash
February 25th, 2008 by nickcw
Watery Ash, Rsen†
Life is a fragile thing that is there and holding you in a warm embrace and then suddenly being snatched away from you in a powerful swift of fate and denial. As if something is pulling the strings and not you. I know such encounters happen all the day and the news does a well good job of things but what really makes it worth while is when you and no one else starts to experience death wrapping around you and about to take away all that you hold near and dear. I experience that first hand when I was young and learning how to swim like all boys do when there fathers or mothers take them to the pool to begin the practice.
It was a late afternoon and we just arrived from church. Our church clothes soiled by the sweat the came from the hot sun. My dad, being open and fun loving as he is, suggested something along the lines of swimming. Being the youngest and haven’t been taught my mother protested against such ordeals. Though, being a man who could charm a snake with a flattering smile and seductive eye lash convinced her other wise. Agreeing, Knowing arguing about it would only lead to my brothers protesting about not going to swim, she gave in reluctantly though from the expression on her face she seemed to be deeply worried about something though what it could be wasn’t clear at the time. Sweat seemed to roll down her and it wasn’t the sun that caused it. We arrived at the apartments shortly after dad’s display of angelic word sword play with my mother. Racing us inside in a childish fashion, placing a bet on who ever is out last has to clean the dishes tonight, though it was his turn. I changed by myself like I always have. Never felt comfortable around people and even my own family along with always being independent. I never like accepting advice from others never did. Mother always said when I was young I would always clean my own plate and clean only my stuff. Never helped anyone if they asked unless I wanted to, though people think that selfish in a bizarre way, she knew I had an odd way of thinking and an even odder way of doing things. Quickly putting on my bathing suit out fit, looking at myself in the bath room mirror; making funny posses as if I had a body built like a god at the ago of ten.
Hearing the rushing patter of foot steps my heart sank. I need to hurry or I am the one left to clean the dishes tonight and we were having jumbo, very sticky stuff. Tighten my swim shorts I rushed out of the bath room accidentally hitting my brother in the head as I headed out only to be neck grabbed by my father who tackled me to the ground noggin me with his large fists. As my head was being tormented by his constant knuckle scrapping he whispered “Today you will learn how to swim, request from mom and one of your brothers will teach you” slapping me in the head for a playful jester. The pain only lasted for a little while before I was up again and being dragged to the pool. The day was setting and my older brother, who spent more time trying to show off to girls then actually pay attention to me, ditched me to talk to some girl who had barley any interest in him. I was use to such treatment and got over it over the years they treated me when I was six. Four years of being left behind to find your way home grows on you and you get an understanding on how things work in the world. Paddling in the three feet end with my mind thinking back to all the times my older brother Brine left to hang with a girl I started to wonder if one will actually like him in the way he likes girls. Which to me at the young age was gross I mean they had cutis.
Well getting out I saw kids playing tag as they ran around the side of the pool. Jumping into the pool to avoid being tag which seemed lots of fun and what made it more interesting was they were may age, right? Getting up I walked over and asked if I could play. At first they didn’t hear me or ignored me and I asked again and they said sure. Hitting me in the shoulder saying I was it. Wincing a little at the pain I rushed after them. They looked my age but ran as fast as my big brother. I was out of breath when I got the first one. Circling around the pool from there pursuit to catch me. My brother talking to that girl who just wanted him to leave her alone and our parents weren’t here yet. Sadly since I was so focused on them and the location of my parents I didn’t notice that the tagged boy whose name is still a mystery tagged me, actually shoving me in the pool by accident he repeatedly said. The shove had a lot of force pushing me into the pool. Now it would have been okay if I was in the shallow end but I wasn’t. I pushed into the deep end and out of panic sunk like a rock. I heard them laugh as they saw me sink. Trying to yell was futile as I sunk.
The water was dark and blurry. My vision being blinded by floating bubbles that left my mouth as I opened it. Closing my mouth quickly to hold in air as the pool got darker around me; the surface looked like dancing portrait with constant ripples in it. The sun looking right down upon me as if waiting for something to happen to me as the world around got darker at my sides. My breath was going thin and I needed air and fast. Telling my self to move but couldn’t. Forcing me upwards towards the surface but it seemed I was being dragged down. Not able to reach the top. I was getting cold, really cold. Dizzy, sleepy, cold, and alone was what I felt as my arms stopped swimming. I was too tired to swim further. My eye’s closed and thus I felt to sleep and sank. Now at this point I should be dead, mouth opens, air goes in and there I die. No that didn’t happen. As I sunk an odd light shined in front of me. Like a like in a blue cloudy liquid. Clouds mixed with the water. Either I was dreaming this something I have yet to figure it out. I seemed to walk towards it. Slowly walk towards it, feeling no longer cold but warm. I got closer towards it I felt hotter like a summer day. Soon fully though the light I found my self out of the water. Alive and swimming with the others kids looking at me as if they saw a ghost.
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