12 May 2012
"Hey! I manage to shreek out before my body hits the water. My one secret, that one thing nobody knew finally backfired, not bding able to swim. I paddle and struggle my feet lifelessly as a get deeping and deeper in the river. The current isnt very strong, but the water is about 7 feet deep. The water devowers me, swalloeing me down to the sandy bottom. My eyes open to take one last look at the world before I am out of air. The world looks peacefull up here, I think. Clear, and sunny. When I decide to shut my eyes something stops me. A soft, but forceful hand grabs me by the shoulder and tugs me up to the shore. Slowly life begins to come back to me. I open my eyes and a orange light peirces my souls. Almost shoking me back to life.
I moan, and cough a little, water possibly flying out of my lungs, but I didnt care.
"Jalanee?" I soft, but kind of deep voice comforts my ears.
"Collin?" I manage to say inbetween coughs.
"No, Andrew." I'm stunned by the unfamiliar name and my eyes begin to clear out. An image of a boy, with orange eyes appear in front of me.
"Your name is Andrew?" I say sitting up.
"Yes" He answers simply.
I utter a moan of pain as my left arm instinctively reaches for my right arm where the pains source seems to come from. A slippery substance spreads through my fingers. Sadly, as I turn over I see red, blood. "Ohh." I let out another moan of pain.
"Dont touch it!" Andrew scolds me. "You should get in the water and rinse off you are filthy. No need to risk infection right?"
"Your joking right? You saw my last effort you think I'm willing to try again?"
"It's that or infection. Your filthy. He said looking at my black skin. "I can help you" He said gesturing his hand to help me up.
I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. We began to walk towards the water. The last time I had a shower or even thouched water was when I was 5. It has been 10 years and I'm truely terrified. Now I'm just going to trust some white boy with my life? White people bring nothing to me, but pain.
Slowly I put my right foot in the water. Then my right, then I, slowly I fall in. The water overcomes me with a strange cold feeling, of being helpless. To reasure me Andrew comes up from behind and holds me up with strong sturdy hands.
"Can we go back to the shallow parts. No use cleaning off here where i cant touch the bottom!" I say spitting out water.
He laughed and brought me back to the shore, getting a little swimming lesson on the way. I began to rub my skin with sand, scratching it and washing the cuts carefully. Although, the biggest surprise was the white skin hiding underneath it all.
(I know i havent posted these in a while but i figured I would continue if it gets enough likes ). :)
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