Blue...
All she saw was, was blue.
It was a preconceived notion, never bothering to open her eyes.
She felt it.
The water rushing past her face, as she was gently pulled under.
Caressed by the all seeing blue.
She couldn't breath, she didn't care.
She saw lights. Lights under the ocean, chaos within the calm. They radiated warmth.
Screams could be heard even from within her turquoise cocoon. From a life lived moments ago. People scrambling to get to shore as the last of their luxurious liner sunk to the ocean floor.
Soon she was being grabbed, white hands protruding from the shadows of the ocean. Contrasting the dreary navy hue. They... he was pulling her to safety, up to topside. She didn't want to go, she struggled. He didn't listen, his movement indifferent. Speed increasing upon ascent, the girls heart began to race. Mind reeling, she grabbed his neck forcing the man's body back into a downward spiral.
Face contorted in pain and mouth agape, her saviour unwillingly succumbed to the woman's violent outburst. Blacking out from the pressure and falling limp to the embrace of the sea. The threat was gone however it was at a lose to her as to what took him, the water or the force. She could only assume a combination of the two.
Wait, she? Did she not have a name?
A childhood, a lineage?
"She" did not recall these simple necessities. She needed a name... an alias when forced to declare herself. To sleepy to think and unable to fight. The blackness began to overwhelm her vision. The ocean becoming her only lullaby, shushing her to sleep. Eliza soon fell prey to the dark and dusty reefs of the rapture dream.
Eliza .D
by ThePerfectInbetween
Inspired by Irrational and 2K's.
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