I wasnt..

Every morning, I pull my feet out of the drenched soil that held me in place and swim into the

deep to try and find some way out of here. There's never been anyone else or thing here until as

of late. Today, there were sharks and they had all chased me, desperate to get a bite out of me,

and they do. They get a few small chunks and I use as much seaweed as I can to shut the

wounds and retreat to safety. I've avoided trying to get out for a while now. I'm slowly fading,

I'm slowly giving up at getting out. I'm far too damaged. It hurts to breathe, to move, to think. My

eyelids feel heavy. I can't shut them. If I do, they'll nip at me more while i'm asleep. If I do, i'll be

greeted by pictures of my old life. When I wasn't desperately clinging to life and trying not to

drown.