I clasped my hands together tightly then brought them upto my chest. My legs are ice-cold as fierce, salty winds are whipping against my thighs and sending shivers up my spine. An army of goosebumps cover my legs but I take another step so my feet are dangling over the edge of the pier. After closing my eyes, I concentrate on the sounds which are booming from every direction, every angle - every corner. I can hear delighted little screams from little kids who are currently whizzing around on the merry-go-round. Another sound is the teenagers which are hooting fits of laughter whilst spinning out of control on the Twister. The sound which angers me is the agitated dogs which are yelping and barking, doing anything to get away from the noise and fuss from the yearly L.A Carnival. After several slow, deep breaths I tilt my head back to look up at the fluffy candy-floss clouds above me. Minutes pass before I can clear my hoarse throat and when I do find the courage to speak up, my words ring loud and clear.

"Dear almighty God, have mercy on his soul. For the sake of his sorrowful passion, have mercy on him and the whole of our family. Please deprive him of his sins and help hi-"

But my prayers are cut off short as a loud, peircing scream erupted from my mouth. I felt myself falling. Falling down. Falling down off the edge of the pier and plummeting into the wide, frosty ocean. I open my mouth to scream again, but water fills my mouth, lungs and throat. Suprised at the rate at which the water was traveling into my body, I forget about everything i've learnt in swimming lessons. I'm unable to get myself back up onto the pier, however I do manage a little flap off the arms, kick of the legs ammeuture stunt. So here I am, in a three hundred metre oceon below an out-of-bound pier. Noone to save me, noone to rescue me. After what seemed like hours of struggling to pull myself up onto the pier, I decided to stop struggling and just let go.

I let my arms flop. The seem to be relieved to not have be strained or tensed anymore.
I let my legs turn to jelly, and my calf-muscles immediatley fill with gratitude.
I take one last breathe before my body goes limp, and sinks.

Sinks to the bottom of the ocean...