Drowning

by Arctic Wave

Rating: teen
Tags: Anthro, Dark, Sad
Length: 203

I died a watery death, but I'm still alive today.

I've tried to figure out why he killed me, eight years ago. The pain of the water filling up my lungs, the water filming over my eyes. I did nothing to him. But everyday, I have wanted to seek revenge for I am no angel nor demon.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-25 13:09:07 UTC

The Sorrowful Day I Died

It was exactly eight years ago, to this day. When the world exploded from the giant black hole, that was from my death. I am exactly eight billion years old, born two years after vegitation came upon this earth. Now, I am the only one here. Just a simple baticorn, roaming the this sorrowful rock of outer space minerals. I was screwed from the moment I was created, up until now.

The water rushed over my body. My pants, undergarments, hair, tee, shoes, and socks were literally soaking. I couldn't even get out of the deepest lake in Equestria. The heavy ankle weights and rocks attached to my legs only weighed me down more, my open eyes were burning with all of the chemicals of life and garbage in the murky water. I screamed several times, only letting in more water into my lungs. The pain was excruciating. Gallon after gallon, piece after piece of my soul fell away from my awkward body.

I felt so much pain. More than my children could handle. More than the creator of my life could handle. His lowly assistant who only helps him give away souls to the needed destinies.