Note: A random story, will continue if you like it
Deeper
Darkness. that's all I can see. My leg is throbbing. That's all I can feel. My lungs are full of something that isn't air. It hurts, it hurts. I must get out.
I thrash my arms about in the water, in a desperate last hope to find something. The tip of my finger brushes a slimy wall. I try to kick towards it, but my leg is bound. I open my eyes and I see the sun shining through the water. I reach down to my ankle and pull at the rope that binds me. It's too tight. I tug at the rope to see if I can move the rock. It won't budge. I'm trapped. I reach my arms up as high as I can but they are still too far from the surface. I look around desperately for something. My lungs are exploding and I can barely concentrate through the pain. Then I see it. I swim down to the ocean floor and grab hold of a shard of broken porcelain. I hack brutally at the rope on my leg. I miss and open up a large wound. Pain sears through my body but I don't care. I know that any second could be my last. I slash at the rope one more time, as hard as I can, and, finally, it snaps.
I lay shivering on the slipway. I convulse as I cough up sea water. I shut my eyes tightly and concentrate on breathing. I'm safe. But I'm not. I must get out of here. If he finds out he will kill me for sure. I open my eyes and try to stand up. The cut on my leg is still bleeding. I look at it. It's quite deep. I drag myself into the shadows of a nearby building. I know it's empty. It's half underwater. If I can just get inside without being seen. I grip the wall tightly as I attempt to stand up. My legs are violently trembling. I breathe a painful breath and look for a way in. I know I am searching in vain. I know that there is no way into this building. Or is there? I look down into the water. i see a small hole in the wall that surely leads to the inside of the building. I drop to my hands and knees and crawl back into the water. I swim carefully over to the place just above the hole in the wall. Its about six meters under. I have to do it. As a draw in a deep breath, my lungs ache. I open my eyes in the water. my ears are filled with a dull roaring sound. I use the wall to pull myself down deeper, deeper. A catch hold of the edge of the hole. Here I go. I pull myself through the hole and start kicking for the surface. My head pops out of the water. I open my eyes and at first I see nothing. Then my eyes adjust, and I see the inside of the building. I paddle over to the edge of the water and pull myself up onto a dry marble floor. I crawl to the highest point I can. I see a tiny gap in the wall and I peer through it. I see the slipway.
I lay on my back on the cold marble. My leg has finally stopped bleeding, but I feel faint. I'm not wet anymore, but I am still cold. I look up at the ceiling. There are a few tiny gaps in the roof and walls letting in small shafts of light. What am I going to do now?