Life in the Unknown

My eyes open, I scan my environment. Today seemed different, something was off. I stood up on on large, rocky cliffs, overlaying a vast ocean with waves violently crashing against the cliff sides. The wind was salty and sharp, blowing through my corse, ashy brown hair.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, water spurted from below into my face, although I didn't flinch. I feel as if I was being controlled by some unknown force, I wasn't the one to decide my own actions. Looking down over the edge of the cliff, I could see the waves violently crashing and rolling about. Taking another step forward, my toes hung off the sides of the cliff as my balance began to waver.

What am I doing?! Am I trying to kill myself?!

I lean forward off the cliff, my feet slipping as I begin plummeting down. I could see sharp rocks protruding from the water as the tide began to pull back. The water shallowed as if wanting to get out of my way as I fell further and further, closer and closer to the bottom. My mind is screaming writhing, wanting to struggle in the inevitable fall to death, but my brain seems separate from my thoughts.

Suddenly a huge wave engulfs me, almost slamming me against the cliff, but quickly pulls away from the land, dragging me along with it. It took a while for my eyes to get used to the saltiness of the water, but my eyes quickly got used to the burning pain. Looking around, I can tell that the tide pulled me further out by the depth of the water and the fact that the waves had died down.

I began to struggle, thrashing wildly about in the water. If I keep this up I'll attract sharks! Although I try urging myself to calm down, like always, it was to no avail. As my thrashes and fits to try to get to the surface became weaker and weaker, my thoughts became clearer and clearer. I remember all of these past days, something I'd never had before. None of this felt right, living as if you're imprisoned in your own mind, unable to act on your ideas.

My eyes begin to close as I drifted deeper and deeper. Wait, what? How am I dying? This isn't supposed to happen, I'm supposed to black out once more before I get remotely close from dying, then start a new 'day'. Why do I seem so terrified yet thrilled at the same time? Why do I want to die so badly? I have no control over my own actions, what made everything end like this? Will this dreadful life finally come to an end?

My thoughts slow, I can feel consciousness slipping away, into darkness, into the unknown.