Crown by Reality

Belinde: Dangerous Waters

"–but if someone asks, tell them we are fine. You are fine. We are fine. I am fine. Okay?"

A flutter of dew eyelashes snapped open, followed soon by a woman abruptly woken up when she heard a her voice. Did she hear her mouth speak? Definitely not. It's impossible to chase her voice while asleep and there was no one but her naked body in a bathtub. The water cold after she has fallen asleep for an hour or less, perhaps more. None of that matters so she submerged into the water completely, her head above on the surface, eyes half-lidded tiredly.

It's the first time in six months she felt no trembling in her knees, her brain feeding her conscious mind a series of delusional drowning by the time she step inside the abandoned bath house near the seashore . It's quite an improvement, actually. Amidst the small achievement, a flash of her swimming away from the impending ocean waves that came to drown her body ruthlessly instantly pull her out from her dreams leaving once again a spare of words she realized was her own voice.

"Keep thinking that way and you'll end up dead."

A moment earlier, her eyes awoke to a second reality, a sensation of cold, uncomfortable pained rash around her wrists caught her attention before she notice she has been in the tub for more than an hour, abnormally for a human that is, or shall she say that for a day she's met with the comfort to share the land of two-legged mortals. When the sun is about to come down follows the dread of impending dangers around her and most especially to her. With calm unnerving eyes she surveyed the bath house to what she can describe to be no more than abandoned, broken beyond repair, she gave the place a bittersweet imagery, a brooding water beauty in the midst of brokenness and a sore for the eyes. A tragedy she would call it, sunlight slides into the broken wooden walls. 

"If you can only sleep forever, what a blissful sleep for eternity but you are not in the bed of a Sleeping Beauty."

Why was she here? Ah yes, three days ago a group of pirates abducted her to sell into slavery that night to her memories' recollection and most possible she knows she would be used for their own sinful, lustful disgusting greed. She snapped her eyes shut, the conclusion sends hundreds of ringing bells, a kind that wasn't considered to be pleasant to hear nor listen. Crazed, maddening bells! Internally she spout whimpering curses incoherently, from the spying sun's lights witnessing her, deceiving did she looked, a  calm facade with tightly closed eyes as her breathing sunk like an old man was about to give his last breath. 

Because that's what she always do, always did for the last three days

"I do not want to go anymore..."

Or perhaps there's another reason why. After all, she was special type of curse.

Belinde's eyes opened again, oceanic blue gaze hardened, cold and deep like the depths of the oceans. Her mouth twitched as the only thing to imply she showed a sign of feeling, fighting the urge to look elsewhere, distracting herself to sink deeper to the sounds of ocean waves crashing to the shore, seagulls crying in the skies from the outside was tempting which she knows was not worth at the moment.

The ocean breeze outside smelt of salt kissing her wet skin through the cracks of the wall. She may not see the outside, her imaginations has done justice to her from a woman who spent her life in the depths of sea, it was one of these days where the winds pushes the clouds to a certain, eastern direction. The fishermen were bountiful in the surface, more so the school of fishes. Saltiness with a tint of bitterness coated her tongue almost, her nostrils to take the scent of pungent dried seaweed washed ashore mingling with an almost unnoticeable of rotten fish. The waves to crash against the shore as well as the seagulls filled her ears were the ones that caught her attention, swimming through the deep seas, one cannot possibly hear what occurring above the surface

A pang of pain jutted her heart.

"You killed them."

The realization she was no longer the person she used to be, but something more like a dead woman walking. A half-dead woman to be exact, seeing that she has the will to live but at the same time, wishing that everything would be over. If there's anything that she learned after her near-death experience was— stripping a part of her identity in the midst of the ocean rendered her incomplete.

Simply put, Belinde was never the same person again.

To the world, she was no one. To everyone, she was killed. To her enemies, she was eradicated. To her friends, she was gone and lastly, to her family. They lost their youngest daughter and sister.

"Why... why did you that you clueless wench..!"

Again, from the umpteenth time she questioned herself. How long was she going to live after what everything has happened? All of this she thinks as she stands at the bank, curling and uncurling her aqua blue hair, too sleek and soft to slide her fingers.

Amidst the uncomfortable fleeting moment, a flash of her swimming away from the impending ocean waves that have come to drown her body ruthlessly immediately snapped her out from her deep, brooding thoughts.A deep sigh escaped her lips then took a deep breath before looking up to the blue skies with white, fluffy clouds.

"You deserved this... all for this stupidity over a man who does not even love you."

Her death really scarred her for life.

Silent, ordained quietness in moments like these would rise up to her habit to sing, one of her passion she once sang in upbeat waves, joyful celebrations of life under the sea fell to a sorrowful notes, hauntingly beautiful yet dark intentions of luring men into their own demise once darkness hides the sun through the roaring waves of the ocean serving as on of the only witnesses, the moon and stars they wept and all she can think how the morning sun too far for her to cling on. Belinde retained her music, the grace that comes to bring music to anyone's ears. 

The curse she knows that stops her from doing the things she loves succumbed to.the storm completely to a submission. She was swirling in the maddening of confusion, Belinde will readily proclaim with boldness within the blue heart that she'd done anything but wrong, a sin and for the stupidity of her own actions she accepted her punishment.

"You killed them... you ate them, how disgusting.."