The Rain Man
Her mother told her to lock all the doors, close all the curtains, go to the basement, and stay quiet. Lisa thought it was because of the tornado but her mother was more afraid of the man in the night than any storm. As the rain poured down, the thunder made its big booming presence known. Lisa sat in the small corner of the dimly lit basement mindlessly scrolling through her phone, cursing the god's every time the internet went out; causing her Instagram feed to refresh. About an hour or so later, Lisa got bored, put down her phone picked up her book, and continued reading where she had left off in the storybook oh so long ago. Just as she seemed to be drifting off into the fantasy world of fictional characters and insane missions, she heard the back door open with that familiar "click" of the lock. Slowly, lifting her gaze up and away from the book, she furrowed her brow as her mind processed what she had heard, with a release of breath she hadn't realized she was holding, she called out for her mother but stopped mid-way through as she remembered her mother said to stay quiet and as she listened to the footsteps a sudden and terrifying realization hit her; that wasn't her mother walking and she had just made a noise.
Sea Salt Soaked Clothes
I never thought drowning could be so peaceful. I look up at the sky as the water surrounds me and I can’t help but to think, this is what I’ve been waiting for. My heartbeat is steady even though I know it should be racing; my thoughts have disappeared and all I can feel is the empty space that should be filled with fear but it’s not. Even as my sea salt-soaked clothes stick to my body and the gentle waves wash over me I cannot help but stay calm. I feel nothing when I know I should feel something. Is this wrong? No, it can’t be for I am not panicking, I am not afraid even as I sink from the weights attached to my feet. I release one last breath before I am pulled to the bottom of the sea. And as I slowly descend, I let the sea surround me, I don’t try to swim or fight I just let it take me and as I begin to fade away from this sad life of mine, I have a thought, do I really want to die? Then it clicks and something in me awakens, I am no longer calm but afraid. I am afraid of the ocean surrounding me. Suddenly I am plagued with fear of departing from this world, but it is too late for me, it is too late I have already started to end, to fall apart. But it’s not, the once quiet voice screams in my head, it’s not too late! So, I begin to kick and swim and pry the weights off me with the little strength I have left, and I swim up until I see the morning sun. But when I resurface, I am no longer calm, I am shaking with fear, my heartbeat is fast, my lungs expand with every sharp intake of oxygen, and I laugh. For I am free of feeling calm, I am living and afraid.