Falling was the easy part. I felt like I was flying—wait, I was flying. I was a bird, finally, and it felt euphoric. My hair wasn't in my face, the wind was brushing it straight behind me and my body felt so free. I was tempted to flap my arms around and try to fly. It was an indescribable feeling of freedom no one ever knew, until me. Knowing at any moment I could crash to the water gave me a rush of adrenaline, but opening my eyes, I noticed how close it was coming—it came sooner than wanted. My face landed in the rough ice water before my body. As if falling on my glass plate, shards cut my skin. But unlike the warmth of blood falling down my face it was the Antarctic waters forcing me to become a popsicle. I wanted to smile but I didn't have control of my body anymore, I was frozen. I blinked. The burn of the salt water went away and I was just sinking, like someone was pulling me down to the sea floor. There was tightness in my chest—a pop, even. And I realized there was no more air to hold in, and it began to burn. A wildfire spreading in my chest. It hurt. Ten times worse than dying—or I supposed what would be dying. I questioned myself. Did I want to die? All the people I loved would be devastated, they may not be able to live with themselves anymore, thinking it was their fault—but it wouldn't be. I didn't even plan this. I knew by moving I would make the pain worse, oxygen would leave my body quicker and quicker until nothing was left. I blinked again. Even under the water it was rough. My body swayed rapidly back and forth, but the deeper I got the calmer it seemed to get. A white swirl of air floated around me and then popped. I was now getting used to the pain in my chest, and slowly it started to disappear, and my mind began to think less and less, drifting off to nothing; my senses had fully left. I was just feeling my life slip away. In a sick, twisted way, I was excited.
Something pulled me up; I could see the rock and sand floor beneath me get farther and farther away. I felt warmth from the arm thaw my frostbite feeling around my body and I craved more. We broke water and my body was heaved up into the air. The wind threw itself at my body and the water felt like it was turning to ice. As soon as I got out of the water, my body instinctively craved the oxygen and took it for granted. Gasping and gasping, I didn't let the oxygen out until I threw up my breakfast and my sight disappeared—as if someone had flipped the suns light off and the world had shut off. I couldn't see anything, and slowly my mind was fainting, by I felt my body hit the rocky shore hard, and I somehow knew I would be safe, for now.
Note: Hello, everyone! I'm back and taking a try at writing again! I apologize, but I deleted my old stories. I mean, they were pretty bad. Or very bad, like... bad.
(Sorry for the short prologue, I'm not one for long ones.) So, for this story, I will be taking on a new league. Instead of one of those dramatic, "my family life sucks" "this fan fic will be all about drama and girl (or boy) obsession with imprint omg yada yada" I am going to try and focus on somewhat of a 'becoming of age' imprint story. So, you all better expect anticlimactic parts, fluffy parts, some smut (yes, smut) and a very big twist at the end (as per moi, or at least I hope a twist. I have to alternative endings playing around in my head). Anyway, reviews are helpful-they encourage me-and critics please, review, I need some tips and people to tell me it's bad-I live on it.
If any of you wanted to the know the end of what Burned by Two was going to be like, you are more than welcome to message me privately and I will tell you. It'd a kicker.
(I will be taking this story slow, I have a lot going on currently and I want this to be perfect.)