​The End

My chest is tight, breathing is difficult. My stomach is in knots, nothing is untying it, every thought twists another knot. My eyes are glossed over, I see the environment around me, but I feel like I’m somewhere else. I feel like I’m not in control.

When I placed my foot into this pond I was so excited. I looked around and believed you were all beautiful and thriving. Over time I placed another foot into the pond, I trusted you all. I believed this was going to be good for me. I was still wary, I saw some of your masks for what they were. I began to pull my foot out, but was shoved into the deep end from behind. I was blinded. By my own naivety, I believed you all were good, I believed in the motto. I believed in myself. How wrong I was, and how events turned for the worse day by day. The water began to turn into acid, burning my face, pouring into my lungs, I couldn’t stop it from suffocating me. I would come up for gasps, trying to convince everyone this was wrong. I would scream for help, but my voice was muffled by the acid in my throat.

After so long, so many antagonizing moments, days, weeks, a man came along. He was as bright as the sun, his soul was humming a soft calm melody, and it felt like he was singing it only for me. I was enraptured, I was hoping my pleas would be heard by him.

The atmosphere had become so potent, I didn’t believe I was in danger anymore. It became normal. I saw it everyday, I heard it all the time. That man as bright as the sun, as blissful as a warm bath, he was the one to show me i wasn’t okay. I wasn’t me. I was being lied to, manipulated, and dragged through this acid pond. He showed me there were hands pulling me further in.

He gave me a miracle. He climbed into this acid pool, he grabbed my waist and held me until I stopped shivering. He said everything was going to be okay, he told me he would take care of me and get me out of here.

Everyone around us began to pay more attention than ever before. They all had eyes on us, and began moving in closer, trying to grab onto me anywhere they could. They tried to grab my shoulder, my heart, my mind. They even tried to hold onto me so they could be pulled out as well. But it wasn’t my fault that they were there, in fact it was their fault that I was.

To be continued…..