The Art Of Hope

And he took a few more steps further to the very edge of the dock. Each step closer to his death. I ran faster than I ever had before towards him. Through the field of sunflowers and past the parking lot. I tripped several times but I knew somehow that I had to do this.. Something inside me said I have to catch him before he drowns. The pounding of my migraine didn't help the situation. It seemed more like a countdown to the moment he falls into the murky Lake Coventry. If he fell, I didn't know what to do. The pull inside me was astronomical. I don't know why this boy meant so much to me. He invaded my head, my dreams, and I heard all his thoughts everyday. But only now did I feel like it was dire for me to save him from himself. Finally, I came into a small clearing where I could see his foot step another unsteady step further. Cinder block in his arms, rope tied to his ankle. I couldn't understand why he would do this. Why he would have to drag me to this lake of all the lakes. The lake that claimed my last bit of normality in my life. The day I stopped being human. I could feel my muscles aching; my brain was throbbing; my throat and lungs wanted to scream in pain. But I kept running with a new adrenaline towards the boy who was about to end it all. "Stop!" He took his final step forward and over the ledge and I leapt forward to pull him back. It was a stupid mistake because he turned around to see me. His brown eyes widened in shock as I crashed into his body by accident and we both were received into the lake with a malicious splash. The algae was thick and darkness covered our vision as I squirmed around in search of oxygen. I saw as he quickly started to sink to the bottom of this deep water body. His hand gripped my wrist for help as we both started choking underwater. I tried to hold on and lift us back up. But I never learnt to swim. It was then that the darkness consumed us into it's realm. And then.. It didn't.