Breathe
July 10, 2007 by full2faltu
I sit on the edge of the pool. The small number on the wall at my right said it was 3 meters deep. Double my height. Perfect!
I look around. Not many people around. If I didn’t splash around and act calm, this will be easy, very easy. I slowly slide in. My body buoys up, a natural reaction of the water to throw me out. I don’t move my hands.
My body slowly moves down. Its tempting to move my hand but its decided, it about time. As I go down, a little girl at the other end of the pool looks at me. She smiles as she sees me going down. I smile back. I doubt if she had seen me smile as I am almost under water.
As I go down, I let go of everything, the pain, the rejection, the sadness, the failures. Its about time, time to be free. I take in water.
I can’t breathe. I need air. I fight, inside me. To stay. To do one thing correctly. I need to feel the moment. I open my eyes. The water is blue, crystal blue. Why is the swimming pool always blue? What’s with blue?
I can’t breathe. It’s the suffocation. Its nothing new. The same suffocation I feel when I think, the feelings suffocate me. They kill me!
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I need to breathe. It hurts, the slow death, it really hurts. I can’t breathe. I need to breathe. I need to hold on. I drift into a deep sleep
Splash!
“Breathe! Breathe! God damn it! BREATHE” The voice shouted
Funny! That were the last words before I slept
I could feel the pressure on my chest.
“God damn you are hurting me”
“Breathe! Breathe! Shit man! Come on! Breathe!” The voice again, a woman’s voice. She screams
I realize that I wasn’t breathing. I need to breathe! I need to breathe! For her.
I try and just like that, I throw water out clearing my lungs;
I breathe!
I open my eyes. Unknown faces look at me as I lay on the floor. The little girl looks at me quite curiously. Somebody needs to take her away. She cannot see death so close. Its unpleasant. Some have relief on their face and some have anger, disgust.
I lay on the floor and manage a weak smile
I had failed…..Again!
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Note: Based on a dream.



Punds, buddy your dreams are scary
vi
interesting.. i thought you had tried this for real.
Vi
I always have those scary or weird dream. Now I am cashing them writing weirder stories.
La Louve
Huh? No! No! I am a bloody coward to try this. Anyways I would rather fight it out then give it up so easily. Failures happen so much times that I am pretty much used to it. In fact I think I might die of shock if something really good happens
-Punds
You need 3 meter deep water for drowning ? Arey apun ke liye toh chullu bhar paani bhi kaafi hein..
Hi Punds,
What an irony that i read your article on the same day i read this news on TOI.
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India/Father_throws_daughter_into_river/articleshow/2192706.cms
Very depressing …
IW
Fiction main 3 meter. real main chulu bhar bhi bahut hua
Chinmay
That really sad! But my story was not based on the article. But the coinsidence is surprising!
-Punds
Gosh, I agree with Vi. Your dreams are so scary, man!
And failure… Ufff!
well i saw a movie where the people were out for thrills… must have been the after-effect. Thought you were out for ‘high sensations’ with the drowning mode
good to hear you dont give up–i think it is apparent too from the posts i have been reading.
cheers
LL