The sea can be so unkind at times, and this time was no exceptions . . .
This unkind sea found its way upon my family and I; my mother, father, older sister, and myself.
Rushing water, raging winds, clapping thunder; they all drown out our cries for help; all but knowing no one will come and save us. The boat capsizes and now we really are at mercy of the sea, my family tries our best to hold onto each other and to reach the boat. I can see mother and father struggling to hold on to both my sister and I.
"It's okay mommy, daddy. Keep her safe, I love you."
"No!! Phoenix!"
My older sister yells as she tries to pull me back.
"My Baby!"
My mother yells before the water found its way back into her lungs, before my head went under I heard my father yell out:
"I love you Phoenix, and I wish you well."
'Please keep my family safe.'
And the water over took me. The sea can be so unkind at times, and this time was no exceptions.
As I tried to reach for my younger sister, to save her from her from making the ultimate sacrifice. To make her rethink her actions; to trade places with her.
"No!! Phoenix!"
I wanted to jump after her, but then I would have no way of getting her back to mom and dad; that and dad was holding on tight. After struggling for some time we finally made it to the boat, father placed mother up there first and then the two helped me up; but as dad tried to get up his arm got caught in the boat's fan. His screams of agony rings in my ears.
"Dad!! Give me your hand! Come on Phoenix give her life just to save us! Please Dad . . ."
There was a sickening crack, his face becomes whiter than a ghost's and he gets sucked into the fans as my mother cries, and holds onto me as I try to pull his body out. I was able to, but the sight before me was something that you would never see . . . All the skin, and muscles were ripped from his arm; and the bone barely hanging on to what's left of arm. His left side of his chest was ripped open, all skin, all muscles were gone; I could even see his heart beating. Mother screamed and pulled him up the rest of the way.
"Pierre! No, please Pierre, please don't leave us!"
She cries onto what's left of his bloody chest, I turned my head and screamed at this unholy, ungrateful, spiteful thing that we call God.
"I cant live like this . . . First I lose a daughter, and now a husband all in one day. Pierre, Phoenix; I'm coming my love."
When I turn my head I watched on as my mother left me; as she threw herself and my dead father back into the water. I never saw her again.
'I will live on for you Phoenix. I will not have you sacrifice yourself for nothing.'
I thought to myself as I cling to the boat, trying my best to hang on tight, willing myself to stay alive.