End of Troubles
The water undulates as I tirelessly swim with no chance of surviving in the ocean. How did I end up here? I couldn’t remember. I stop swimming and let myself float. I watch the clouds roll by, ever so slowly. Soon, I fall asleep.
The next thing I knew, I was ashore on this island. I stagger towards the trees and into the shade. I wasn’t going to let myself die and told myself some faux-condescending thoughts. I missed them, my friends with all their psychobabble. I remember our one-time counterinsurgency. It was such a blitzkrieg, the police were so mad that we had to run to the forest nearby. Luckily, they didn’t catch us, sadly, we were lost. We had to start bush-whacking our way out.
Then I remembered we were all distracted. We hadn’t noticed the cliff and I somersaulted into the water. I was in panic and I ended up being asphyxiated. Looking at myself now, I was dilapidated. I didn’t really have anyone back home. Those people were my old friends who tried to cheer me up. Yet, I knew they didn’t really care. They wanted me to stop whining and I did. I saw their faces when I fell, they weren’t sorry, they just watched me. They created a concoction which I gladly took. I wanted someone to lie to me, a lie that I could believe in. And that lie got me here, on this island. Somewhere I could finally sleep.