I wake with a start.
Where am I?
Heart racing—
beeping in the distance getting faster, louder.
Try to **** out of this unfamiliar bed,
tubes hold me in place,
stinging deep in my skin as I move.
My first instinct is to rip them out,
try to run.
But I can’t feel my legs.
It feels like they haven’t moved in years.
I can’t run. So I just look.
It’s so... white.
White floors.
White sheets.
White walls.
Smells sterile—
like antiseptic,
floor cleaner.
A hospital.
Why am I here?
Think—
it all rushes back
like I’m being pulled under the unrelenting waves.
Not water this time though—
memories.
The picnic.
At the top of the cliff.
Wind in my hair, salty from the sea far below.
The spread of all my favorite foods—
watermelon, iced tea, gummy bears.
His hand on the back of my neck,
the side of my face,
his lips so soft against mine.
Melting me from the inside out.
My smile so bright.
So secure. So loved.
He wanted to show me something.
Took me to the edge of the cliff.
Down on one knee.
The ring—
three blue sapphires.
My favorite color.
The color of his eyes.
I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
One more kiss.
Not sweet this time—
urgent.
His hands around my waist,
pulling me as close to him as possible.
His tongue lashing at my mouth.
He’s never kissed me like this before.
But I trust him.
I trusted him.
Pull back—
his eyes are different.
Colder.
I start to ask what’s wrong—
then he pushes me.
Right
off.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
It takes a lifetime.
I don’t want to reach the bottom.
But I do—
because no one loves me.
I thought he loved me.
But he pushed me.
Why?
What did I do?
Why?
My tears are falling faster than my body.
I don’t want to survive.
He didn’t want me to survive.
I hit the water—
but it feels more like concrete.
Unforgiving.
Breaking.
Isn’t water supposed to be soft?
Finally I’m sinking.
Letting go.
I’d rather be in the water
than out of it with these feelings.
This confusion.
If I just sink, I won’t have to wonder.
Be crushed by the water
instead of his false words.
Relive all the things I let him do
because I thought he loved me.
Rethink every interaction.
Wonder—why?
Why?
Why?
No more wondering.
The waves are unrelenting.
Pulling me where they want me to go—
down, to this side, to that side.
Breaking my already broken body.
But there’s no pain.
Just ice.
And blue.
Blue.
Blue.
So much blue.
Bright blue.
Lightning blue.
Sizzling my skin.