THE DAY OF THE STORM
(NITI’S P.O.V.)
I was finally in the water. I swam behind a hooded, waddled surface and watched him scream my name with all his might. It was a loud roar, loud enough to shake me but not my resolve to get away from him.
While he screamed in pain, ignorant of the fact that I actually knew how to swim, I clenched on to the rock.
I braced myself and then swam my way towards the shore. As I swam, I couldn’t help but ponder, “This is the night in which I (my former identity)will die, and someone (the new identity) else will live on. Someone who was afraid of the water initially, but learned to swim. Someone who knew there would be one moment when he wouldn’t be watching. Someone who knew that the distorted lights flickering in the dark may alter the vision, but could
