#odd scribbles

People are splashing around, trying to move, trying to stay alive long enough for the boats to come back. But as time slips away and the cries for help slowly start to fade away, I am hit with the horrible, sickening realization that we are abandoned now. They have left us to die. They will not come and save us. We are alone.

What do I do?

I feel myself slipping away. I am numb. I do not feel anything. Am I afraid of what death will be like? 

Darkness begins to cloud my eyes and I struggle to cling to life as I struggle to cling to this deck chair. But it is hopeless.

What do I do?

Slowly, painfully, I turn my head and look around me.

Death. It is around me. It surrounds me. It is quiet now. I am alone.

And then I hear it. The sound of someone calling out. They are asking if anyone is alive.

I know that voice.

Relief floods me as he cries out, begging for someone, anyone, to be alive.

I keep my silence. I will be dead soon. There is no point in giving him false hope.

A good man through and through, I think as it suddenly becomes difficult to draw a breath. Why aren’t my lungs working properly?

I can barely see his flashlight as it sweeps over the sea of the dead. It shines upon me. Pauses. And then he gives a frantic shout and I think, I think he is coming for me.

His boat is approaching while I am slipping into darkness.

Our Father, who art in heaven…

He is begging me to hold on.

Hallowed be thy name…

His flashlight is on my face and I would be blinded if I could see the light.