The Mermaid

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A man decides to die and discovers death is stranger than he thought.

Submitted: August 30, 2013

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I look out to the sea. The beautiful sea with its endless waves crashing against the horizon. The blue shimmering beneath the sun light and the clouds dancing in the sky. It makes you almost want to live. To live if only to see a day like today everyday. But what is the purpose? What is the point? Why? Why go on? To see another day like today forever and ever. No, I don't know why but something inside me just can't take it. Can't just keep on going on and on. Maybe there's something wrong inside me. Maybe I am the wrong one. I look out in the sunset and I see such beauty, indescribable beauty and life seems so simple but there's also something inside me that wants to just row out there and end. I must be a lemming or something. 

 
It doesn't matter I've planned it all. I've rented the rowboat, bought the drugs and whiskey. Now all I have to do is shove off. 
 
The water is cold around my ankles as I push the rowboat out to sea. Its freezing but I don't care. I row a bit towards the setting sun and when I look back and can no longer see the shore I open the bottle of whiskey and start chugging. I down the molly with it as well. No water nothing. Just drugs and alcohol. Oh and cigarettes. I light one and watch the sun dip over the horizon blazing red and strong, like the fireblood of the earth. 
 
Sometime later the moon begins to rise, it is large and yellow and it dances in front of me. The water has started to turn into choppy land shifting before my eyes, moving transforming into a beautiful green lit up by the moonlight. This must be it. I'm happy.
 
I watch the scene serenely as I sip at my whiskey and take some more molly. I think about my life. I really don't know why I'm out here. I just am. I like life. I truly do. It is beautiful when you look. But its just the immensity of it all. The mind boggling mysteriousness of it all. But it seems so simple now. As simple as the water flowing magically around me. My eyes can see the world so clearly now. The water is fluid, like golden metal flowing slowly by. The moon dips once agains into the sea and a bright orange circle begins to rise. At first I think it is the sun, roaring to life with such vigor and royalty. But then it keeps on coming closer to my boat and I can see the details within it. Flaming red strands of hair wet against the sea, bobbing up and down as it nears me. 
 
It is a woman. She looks at me with such strange sad eyes, deep green. She hangs onto the side and motions to me to join her in the sea. 
 
What the hell. 
 
I tip over and find myself cold in the water, tired and flailing. I guess this is how I go. I don't really care. But the woman pulls me closer to her and kisses me on the mouth, and with the kiss comes air, desperately needed air. She pulls me deeper underneath the water, all the while giving me life physically and spiritually. We descend deeper into the sea, me in her embrace, her mouth on mine, and our eyes locking. Deeper and deeper into the sea we go. The surface disappears behind a mist of depth. The world around us is dark and cold but she is strangely warm. Her fire hair gives off a light of its own. I am not frightened. 
 
Deeper into the sea we go. Slowly, I begin to see a far away light beneath us. We are headed towards it. Finally, the woman releases me and pushes me into a strange cavern. The interior is lit with a strange light. Shadows dance and swirl within. Inside is a long path leading towards the light and next to it is a canal of water. The woman swims next to me. I can see now that she is a mermaid with the tail of a fish. She swims next to me as I stand there staring at the path before me. She looks at me and smiles and begins to swim towards the light. 
 
I walk alongside her towards the end of the path, wherever that is. I wonder if I've died and my body is somewhere up there in the rowboat. Or is this real? It seems real. I don't know. The path is hugged by the canal on on side and rough cavern wall on the other. The smell and sound of water is everywhere. The small drips of a thousands droplets falling and crashing in their small universes. The light shifts from white to red to green and blue and back again. I cannot see the source from here.
 
I ask the mermaid what her name is but she only stares at me smiling, guiding me silently with the occasional caress on my legs as she swims by. I love her for some reason. I've felt this feeling before somewhere before, sometime before on the surface. I am happy just for her being there. Words are not necessary.
 
As I near the end of the path we meet a large gate. It is as black as the night. Dark. It's as if it is not there but I know it is, I can see around it. The mermaid stops and looks at me. Her eyes tell me everything i need to know. If I pass through that door there is no going back. Whatever lies on the other end…is the end. 
 
She passes through. 
 
I follow. 
 
It is bright inside, blindingly so. As my eyes adjust I can see thousands of shadows swimming in a pool of water. Souls all of them. Swimming like fish. Swimming like my mermaid. 
 
In front of the pool is a man in a hood. He holds a large scythe in his left hand. I know who he is. We all know who he is. He beckons me to come to him, to kneel before him. 
 
I do so without fear or hesitation. Behind him is an enormously large wheel. It spins and spins, never ending. The souls in the pool swim up and spin around in it before coming back to the pool. The man take the scythe and decapitates me and I go flying painlessly through the air. The world revolves around me as I revolve around it. 
 
My mermaid catches me and kisses me once more. I feel so small. 
 
She takes me to to the large spinning wheel and the both of us catch onto one of the million tiny spokes protruding from it.
 
I feel so small. 
 
As we ride on the wheel, the light in the cavern increases to a blind white. I can see that while the wheel spins ridiculously fast it will take a lifetime for me to return to the pool. 
 
More white light. 
 
I begin to cry.


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