I had asked for death, and it came running. I regret it now. The freezing arctic water engulfed me and muffled my senses, I gasped for air, trying to scream.. But no air, no sound came. My mother always said “Sometimes fear is our own worst enemy, we create something, and then we are too scared to confront it” And now, the fear was in me. The swirling darkness below made me want to cry, but if the tears came, only the waves would answer my call with the reply of water bashing into my head. I bobbed up and down in the water, the crashing waves submerging me as my arms grew weak and stiff. I wanted to breathe. I wanted to forget. My hair flowed out around me. And my eyes closed. A final shiver is all that remained of me. My soon to be frozen corpse laid still as it lay afloat in the water, but then it started to sink. I soon woke up, not to the water that drifted me across the sea, but to the soft comfort of snow. The soft white flakes frosted my eyelashes. I screamed. Not just because of my sore cold body, but because of the unknowing brain of mine that urged for the warmth of my mothers arms. The fact I survived was a tremendous feat, though, I didn’t care that I survived. I laid still and stiff, tears forming in my eyes. I don’t know where I am. I just know that it’s dark, dark and cold and scary. My gaze drifted across the landscape though it made little difference if I even glanced anywhere. It would still be dark. I stood up on my clumsy legs; shook. I scoot my feet across the ground.I didn’t want to end up falling into the depths of the water once again, I didn’t want to trip and fall and end up spirling Down And down And down. “Those that have their life shattered, must find it impossible to pick up the pieces, because if one piece is missing, it will never be whole” my sister said to me as she left on a boat, the boat sank that night. A storm had been raging. I snuck on the boat, and I went afloat, drifting down the water. And now, I am here. I was stupid, naive. My teeth clenched as I scowled with such an exasperated expression that one might think that I’m furious at something or someone, or that I may want to act in a harmful way such as punching or kicking one in anger, but I didn’t. I wanted to go home, but most of all, I wanted my sister, I needed her. I grabbed a stick to help carry me across the ice, I slid. I fell once again, pain bursting through my arms. I started to sob, and I couldn’t stop. I could have stayed home, I could have stayed with mama n’ papa, but I chose to follow my sister. “Avery, Avery! You have to stop clinging to me” My sister would always tell me. “Avery, you have to walk some paths alone” She’d say as I would follow her. “Av, I’m leaving to go to sea for a month, I'll be back soon” that’s the last thing she said to me, but now she’s gone. The water surrounding the island in what seemed to be an archipelago roared fiercely as stars painted the dawning night sky. I stood back up and limped over to a cave, it was dark, oh so dark.
