Hello Everyone, newbie here. ^-^ Just want to say thank you for giving my story a chance and if you like it then I'm glad. It's too early too say if it will turn out amazing, I just write what ever comes to me really. I'll try to update weekly though, so expect a new chapter either every Friday or Saturday.
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My life ended the day I fell off a bridge. Well not 'fell' but more like pushed off a bridge. You'd think that girls wouldn't really care that the cutest boy in the village came up to me to tell me that my brother was calling for me and then proceeded to walk away. Wrong, they all went haywire and resulted in my too soon death. They were all planning for this; waiting for their most opportune moment. Talk about crazy.
Every Sunday I go to the forest at the edge of the village to pick wild berries and then cross the little wooden bridge over the river to the field of daisies to pick some for my mother. That was their moment, I guess, as they took that opportunity to push me off the bridge, since I was alone, and as I fell to the cold waters the last thing I saw from them was their satisfactory smirks spread across their faces. My body went to a momentary shock as it came in contact with the water which always remained cold, even now in midsummer, considering that it came down from a mountain spring. I would have probably survived if the currents weren't strong but they were. Talk about luck.
As the currents dragged me away I gasped for air at any and every unsuspected moment swallowing small of amounts of water in the process. I tried grabbing anything that came my way but I didn't have a strong enough grip against the current and put in the factor that my hands were slippery made it even harder for me to grab a hold of a root or low hanging branch.. On my last attempt to grab a root the currents almost knocked me into a boulder if I hadn't struggled against the current I'd be a bloody corpse right now. I avoided it successfully but the currents squashed my feeble attempts after that making 'up' and 'down' become irrelevant. My arms began to feel numb from the cold and my legs felt like lead. I fear that if I do live through this I might just die of Hypothermia if I don't get to my village soon or any village for that matter. Even if it is midsummer I could die because my only source of warmth, other then the sun, would be my sundress and that's it.
My heart began beating harder and faster and my lungs began contracting inside me alerting me of my nonexistent air supply. I couldn't go like this so I decided to give another struggle, but try as I will I couldn't determine which way was 'up' and which way is 'down' which made my struggle futile, more so since I couldn't feel my limbs. But that didn't stop me from trying to see if I could touch the river's sandy floor and push my self upwards but my fears were confirmed even more when I realized I must have been dragged too down stream into deeper water. Deeper and colder. Images of my life and faces of my loved ones appeared in my head going faster and faster each time. My mother and brother's sad, sullen faces, the village elders and everyone else. Who would pick the wild berries? Or pick daisies for my mother? Well I guess anyone can pick berries but the flowers were a sentiment that I've always done for her ever since she first took me to that daisy field. Will she miss that loving gesture?
Finally my time had come when black and grey dots began dancing around in my vision. My thoughts becoming more and more incoherent as everything around me that was blue began receding to black as unconsciousness took over slowly; and then everything went black.
