One Last Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


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There is nothing ahead of you. There is nothing behind you. All you can see is sand. To your right is a concrete wall, painted a boring white. To your left is an endless ocean. It looks cold and unforgiving, just like how you feel. You step forwards, noticing the difficulties of walking on sand. You decide to take off your shoes and socks to walk barefoot in the warm sand. To your surprise, the sand is cold. Cold like the water. You look up and n the sky. It's orange. You can hardly see the setting sun through the overcast. An odd calmness fills your body as you look around the serene scenery. Then you look down. You are slowly sinking in the sand. You feel too at peace to try to escape. It,s at your knees now. It's warmer under the surface. By the time it reaches your waist you feel calm and ready. You let it happen as your face is covered, and all goes black.

You come to in a cheap motel. You are shaking vigorously in the cold, lonely atmosphere. "One more time," you lie as you shakily grab another needle. "One more time and I'm done forever." You are shaking a lot now. You hardly know what you're doing, you just do what you think you should do. You feel a pain in your arm, like you just got impaled by a small spear. Then you feel relief as the ocean floods back.


Submitted: December 21, 2017

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