I looked around. I was totally alone. In the middle of a wet desert. It was abandoned, and desolate. I was in the middle of the ocean.
The massive expanse of blue made me feel even more alone. And the waves smacking my head teasingly didnt help me either. I guess this is what it feels like to be lost. With no hope. Well there is always hope, no matter how desperate a situtuation.
I was fed up wth everything.
My parents had become two mosquitos always hovering over me. And everything else just seemed out there to make my life miserable. So I had run away. In my small little kayak.
Which then sprung a leak.
And sank.
With me.
But I still floated on the surface. My head bobbed up and down. I was exhausted. I felt like going limp drowning myself. But something in me told me no. You can’t.
I was so far away from shore.
At least fifty miles.
And that distance seemed so far.
I took a deep breath.
Maybe it wasnt that far.
And then I felt a fin slide across my leg.