Title: Between The Lines
Author: Seasonal Dreamer
Rating: T...paranoia makes you be careful :)
Disclaimer: So I think by now we all know that neither me nor anyone else who writes these stories owns Degrassi, so I'm just going to get it over with now and not do it again for the rest of the chapters :P
Author's Note: Wow. Okay, so I've kinda been gone a while. But I do have a sort of justifiable excuse! Writter's. Block. And just plain laziness :P Simple as that. Mix it together and you've got a looong hiatus from writing :P Now, normally I usually mostly finish the story before I start publishing because I'm known to change things drastically the more into the story I get, but I'm just tired of keeping it to myself :P So I figured I'm just going to wing it and see how it goes :) I may have to edit it later, but ah well.
So, please read and enjoy and I'm sorry for taking so long!
Marco couldn't sleep anymore.
Marco could barely even breathe. This was the closest thing to drowning anyone could ever come close to.
And he felt it. Every. Single. Day.
It crashed over him in dark, navy blue waves, suffocating him until he thought he might pass out. He only resurfaced for long enough to barely catch his breath, before another wave forced him back under. But he couldn't see anything. Everything around him was dark, too dark to really make anything out, and it terrified him even more.
But the thing about being under water, is that people can see you through its shimmering surface. See a vague image of you, anyway. See what they think is you. But if you tried to call out to them, they wouldn't hear. If you tried to tell them something, they wouldn't listen. They wouldn't know. Like they were deaf. Sound and understanding got lost between the thin surface, and you couldn't do anything about it. You made it as far as getting to the barrier, but it was them who needed to break it and pull you up.
And if you cried, it only added to the crushing water around you, and no one would notice because it got disguised so well. It was a lot like being invisible, only in this particular type, people see the ghost of the person you once were. Hear the ghost of your laugh and personality, but not the real you, because mostly they didn't like it. They didn't want to look for it or think that there's something wrong even when it sometimes showed plainly in your face. They only wanted what they liked, and as long as your ghost put up a pretty little show, they were fine with letting the rest of you get pummeled by the sea.
Oh how he wanted it to go away. Marco couldn't take living like this for too much longer. He wished he could just stop the nightmares...stop the drowning...stop the fear...
But it wasn't like he had a choice.
Prefaces.
Gotta love them :)
