Drowning, Water, Regret

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Three friends go camping and find themselves fighting for their lives. What happens next? You're gonna have to read it to find out. It's a short story, if I say much more there would be no point in reading it if you knew what happened. ;)

Submitted: August 20, 2010

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I try to breathe, but I find no air. I only taste the bitterness of the salty sea water. What could be more horrifying then knowing that the air you breathe is no longer there? Not only am I deprived of air, but of land and of the ability to see. To think this happened because of my blindness to reality.
It started out as a camping trip with my friends, Shawna and Marshel, and my dad and I. We decided many weeks ago where we were going to camp. We chose to stay on the shore along the Pacific Coast next to an unnamed river. We had enough food, water, and other supplies to last us for weeks, but we wouldn't live past day three.
Earlier that day, around two in the afternoon, my friends and I got bored. After asking my father for permission, we were on our way to swim in the river. When we got there, the river seemed quite high because of the constant rain that fell, but we didn't care. The river also appeared a bit murky and the surrounding trees were wet with rain as well. Everything made the day look more like it was eight in the morning instead of it being two in the afternoon. Not a thing seemed out of the ordinary at all.
Nothing went on for those few moments, though the rain started to fall harder and the wind picked up speed. But just when all was calm, Marshel tossed both, Shawna and I, over his shoulders and threw us into the river's waters, which were surprisingly warm. Shawna and I surfaced, giggling, and then pulling Marshel down into the water with them as they dived.
It seemed to continue that way forever, splashing, dunking, Marshel tossing us into the water, us taking him down with us, like a never-ending game. Our game soon ended. Thunder brought us back to the real world. The wind whipped my hair back behind me as I realized how fast it was blowing and the water that nearly flooded over the river banks was draining rapidly. I turned to Shawna. Her short red hair was also being blown back. I could see that she was frightened and she wanted to go back to camp. If the water wasn't at our ankles, moving back towards the camp would have been much more difficult. By the time we all got onto the river bank, there was no water remaining; only mud was left in its place. I heard loud rumbling noises, but when I turned in its direction, I could not see anything, it was raining too hard. If only I could have seen the anger approaching us. Marshel looked back in the direction I was facing. His eyes went wide when he looked back at me; he was terror struck.
"Run!" Marshel Hollered, "It's a tsunami!!!" That explained the receding water and the roaring that came closer and closer. But it was already too late. The ground shook as the waves crashed onto the shore of the near by beach and we were knocked to our knees by the force. The water swept us deeper into the forest. All I remember is the cries and screams of my friends and the horrible breaking noises I heard. Marshel and Shawna were out of sight and I was dragged out to sea.
***In the papers the next day.***
There was a huge tsunami on the Pacific Coast last night. Thousands of people are now left dead, homeless, and injured, but here is one man that survived the disaster. He hung his head in shame and began weeping. All he would tell us was:
"Not only do I hate that I am living." Marshel said, "I hate that I could not save my best friends."


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