moment has completely transformed into fear and desperation.
Every second you lie on the floor is one more moment that you lose your breath. Your lungs close harder as you choke for oxygen. Each wiggle of the shark on top of you is a punch to your body. Each time it flops up is one small moment of hope for you to breath, but each time gravity pulls it down harder crushing your lungs and forcing them to expel all the air they have just gasped. You can feel your lungs being vacuumed from the inside, shrinking in size. You begin to feel dizzy, your head begins to burn up and your eyes begin to weigh tons. Your body stops fighting the urge to survive and surrenders to death.
Suddenly, you are awake. You would have sworn that you are dead. You look at your surroundings and see nothing but blue. You are floating in the middle of a classroom. You look at your hands and find fins. Oh no. You hear a snap from a camera and quickly swim towards the window. Ironically, there is a kid taking a picture of you. He is smiling, so ignorant of what he is seeing. It doesn’t take long before you hear breaking glass. The water’s strength pulls your slimy body with the current out the crack. You fall on top of the poor screaming camera kid. Your lungs begin to burn as no oxygen comes through your gills. You need water. You gasp for air and flop on the human. You scream, but no sound comes out. Desperation consumes you completely. Then, it all goes black.
You wake up inside the classroom, just like last time. You float on top of our desks, but this time you aren’t alone. There is another fish next to you. His eyes seem so familiar, that scared empty look. Those eyes of anger, vacance and fear. You are torn out from your trance when a humongus light dazzles you.
There is a girl standing outside the window taking pictures of you.