"Before you go, make sure to clean your room. It's a pigstiy." My mom shouted from the living room, wiping sweat off off her forehead from her hard work of painting the walls, only getting more paint on. "Just let me off the hook this once! I'll come back and clean it later." I shout back slipping on my sandals just incase she says yes. "Ok fine but be back at 3:27!"
I look at the clock. It's 2:51 now so I should make it back home fast enough. "Kay bye!" I yell heading out, while almost, stepping into my Ma's extra bucket of orange paint.
I run out into the yard, the wind blowing into my short and choppy hair.
At Terabithia
I'm not sure if I should be doing this without Jess. He's the real artist of this place. He's the 'Bithia' in Terabithia. It takes two creative minds to make one. And I'm proud to be one of those minds, but it just doesn't feel the same without him.
I grab the rope anyway letting my ignorance get the best of me. When I pull the rope back slightly, it seems secure. Although I'm still not sure if I should do this, I've been scared ever since Jess and May Belle kept talking about how god would damn to hell when I died. And that I could die soon if I didn't believe in the bible.
When I finally have courage and push my negative thoughts down, I swing across.
But the thoughts come back when I hear something snap.
It was the rope.
Panic begins to crawl into my mind, my body, my everything. My first reaction is to doggie Paddle as I learned in my swimming class. But of course the water was never this high. I try to kick, punch, and smack the water but it's just to controlling. My lungs are overflowing with water and my eyesight starts turning green and fuzzy. It gets harder to breath every second and harder to see every minute. I want to give up, to stop struggling.
To let go,
To surrender to the life sucking water,
To quit.
And finally,
I do.