There was pain.

And I was drowning. 

Perhaps it was the pain I was drowning in. I couldn't really tell.

My body felt like it had a centred weight pulling me down into the depths of whatever I was drowning in. I still had some fight left in me. My hands flailed wildly as if hoping for someone to take them, and pull me out.

But I knew.

I was alone. Once again and always. 

When it was evident that there would be no assistance in helping me to the surface, my hands attacked the heaviness that was weighing against my chest, and preventing any chance of buoyancy.

I tore through my shirt, the fabric floating into ribbons beside me. But there was nothing there to find, nothing that could have set me free of this torture.

There was no rock fastened to my torso, no load pressing against my heart.

My heart.

I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to feel for any signs of fight in the part where it mattered the most.

Nothing.

There had not been any weight. No pressure, no external force. 

It was just my heart.

A dead burden.

The sinking suddenly sped up, as if aware of the realization I'd come to. Fear bubbled up to my throat, but dispersed into nothingness once it tore out of my mouth.

This was it. After years of preparation, throughout this wretched life, the moment had finally come. And I hated that I was so afraid. So unwilling.

As if informed of my reluctance, a crash resounded. Resulting in me finally breaking through the surface of whatever I had been drowning in.

My eyes shot open, legs scrambling for balance, while I ran, without allowing my body time to restore life into it.

"WHO'S THERE?" 

*timidly waves* hello......yeah.......its another book. Yes, another fanfic. BUT! As you can see, its all published. And! Its super short! AND! *flips hair*  well......kinda.....completed.