Chapter 3
Somebody said : "i remember the day i died".
Well i remember it too.
I remember i started being in really deep water when i was 10, and from then on only going deeper, and deeper, and deeper until i started to drown.
I drowned for years. I remember feeling like it had been centuries since i felt fresh air in my lungs and on my skin. So i drowned, and drowned, and drowned until it was all i knew.
It was my life : drowning. And there was no one to pull me out of the water. Only me. When i understood that, is the day i reached the bottom, and i died. I died so bad that i had no other choice but to Reborn. I realised that, and i swam so hard, i've moved with all the force i could find, i scared the water with my hands and teeths to reach the top again. To have, at least, my head out of the water.
Because finally i refused to die.
And i made it. I reached this new air and let my lungs feel of use again. I died because i needed to live.
Don't be fooled, i did not got out of the water immediatly feeling good and fresh. It took time and to live will obviously take time, but i'm here. Out of the water, my feet on the ground, the air in my lungs and on my skin.
Gods i missed air so much ! The first time i felt it i think i could have died, of relief this time. Because i realised life still existed, and it wasn't meant to be this dark and hurtful. The deep cage of the ocean wasn't, in fact, my home. Only a dark place meant for things who shouldn't belong in life up here.
I do not hold a grudge against these waters, they tried to protect and shield me. But now i will do with earth, that's where my feet belong.