He slowly made his way into the storm. All the while, keeping his eyes wide open, hands firm on the wheel. Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, he braced for the big wave. The boat rocks back and forth. The sound of the crashing waves and the obliterating boat muffled as he loses his grip on the wheel.
In a blink of an eye, he’s in the water.
For a moment, it seemed peaceful. No sound at all. Pure silence.
It was almost calming. No one can break him.
Slowly sinking, the darkness engulfs his whole existence. No light. Everywhere he looked was pure darkness. Flashes of familiar faces appear in the dark. But, no matter how hard he reaches, he can’t. The thought of never saying a proper goodbye made him cry.
And then it burns. He reaches the end of the ocean. His throat burns with every sob as he slowly succumbs to the inevitable death. He doesn’t want to die this way. Not like this, he begs.
He tries his best to push himself up to no extent.
The voices in his head taunt him. Screech and scream, laugh and sob. Some pity him, and some snicker at his being, slowly making him insane.
“I didn’t ask for this,” he said. “I don’t want to be here!”
His heart pleads for help. His heart screams for help. He lay lifeless on the dark ocean ground. He closed his eyes waiting for the transition to the other life, fully accepting the fate.
A familiar voice whispered in his ears.
It felt like an eternity, but he woke up. Breaking away from the nightmare, he sobbed in the arms of the familiar voice.