Okay! So this story has gotten tons of reviews, so I'm going for it! I actually made it pretty vague on purpose, so the readers could make their own ending (infer, you know?). I'm glad that many people liked it! So, I'll go on!
Endless. The water is cold, but warming. As Dick Grayson slowly faded away, another mind was brought to its focus. Nothing could be more confusing than seeing someone hurl themselves from a bridge suspended in the air. It was bound to get attention from someone.
He floated down and deeper, his death wish still lingering in his mind. He blackedout, doing something no one would expect.
He smiled.
He was swimming in a deep pit of his mind. He just wanted to die.
He went down and down, nearing the bottom of the ocean, and nearing his death, when an arm wrapped around his waist. The person who the arm belonged to wrapped it around the unconscious teen's waist. The person swam upwards, pulling and pulling up and up, until they finally broke the surface.
Gasping the person swam to the shore, quickly and feverishly. The people hauled him onto shore, and checked his pulse. Crimson red was over him.
No pulse.
At once the person checked for any signs of life.
None.
The person started to perform CPR, and 20 seconds later, he coughed up nearly a pint of water. He was alive. The person relaxed a little. It was good. It was all going well.
Except the he didn't want to be saved.
So um yeah. Pretty awkward story. I haven't really thought about it yet, so I'll guess the next chapter will be longer and better! What do you think? Until next time!
Peace and Mist,
Rlb190
