Breaking Through by d. Nichole King

Author:d. Nichole King [King, d. Nichole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: d. Nichole King, LLC
Published: 2015-10-20T05:00:00+00:00

I’m breathing mostly carbon dioxide now, and light-headedness is an understatement for what the lack of oxygen is doing to me. I can’t see straight, think straight, feel straight. The poison infiltrating my lungs is like morphine to my brain, except the pain pressing against my ribs makes me want to scream.

I’ve resigned myself to impending death at this point. They say you live your life again through flashbacks just before you die, but I don’t see anything. I have no real memories, save for the ones of this tube, and I’d love to not relive this last hour. If it has even been an hour.

Water seeps into my ears. The click of the surface as it hits my eardrums sounds more like thunder, igniting the headache at my temples. Every one of my body parts is screaming out in pain, and I’m ready for it all to end. To fall into a blissful sleep as I sink to the ocean floor.

I close my eyes, waiting for the carbon dioxide or the rising water to finish the job. I fill my lungs to the max, to the point where they burn, then let all of the air out. I’m relaxed. I inhale again, emptying my mind. Colorful blobs fade in and out of the blackness behind my eyelids. Wavy lines begin to emerge. They break through the blobs and move closer to me, and I recognize them as the surface of the ocean on a breezy day.

I smile, taking in the serene scene. I even hear seagulls inside my head, feel the light breeze whip through my hair. Even though my nerves are numb to the ice-cold of the water covering my body, I still sense the coolness of the air tickle my skin as if I were topside. I don’t know if what I’m seeing is a real memory or just my imagination, but whatever it is, I want to be there. I want to melt into this moment in my mind and never leave.

I inhale again, hoping to breathe in the fresh scent of open air and sea. Instead, saltwater leaks into my mouth and nostrils, yanking me back inside the tube. Now, I hear nothing. Feel nothing. Smell nothing.

Hope is a shitty thing to lose. Everything becomes bleak with dull colors framing your life. And when what little color remains vanishes, it leaves your soul void of that precious bit of something that gave it meaning. That’s where I am right now.

Hopeless.

And then, fear kicks in—

Because all of a sudden, the tube encapsulating me bolts upward.

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