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Drowning.
The water swells up around me, pulling me deeper down into its cold depths.
I struggle and fight the pull, attempting to pull myself out, But I am knocked down by yet another wave.
I am drowning. The waves keep coming, one after another.
They knock me back down each time, allowing the ocean to pull me deeper.
"Why do you not care?" They ask, standing on the shore above me, for they cannot hear my cries for help.
"You don't try hard enough." They criticize.
"I am! I'm doing all I can!" I fight the wave, shouting over the rushing water.
They cannot hear me.
Not because of the waves, But because they choose not to.
"She's fine." They say, as I am pulled deeper.
"She's just a little sensitive." They cannot see me drowning.
"She's smarter than this." The waves shove me deeper into the dark depths with each thing they say.
"This is all your fault."
The pull gets stronger, tugging me down.
The ocean is cold, numbing my senses.
It keeps me from crying out for help.
This is what it wants.
What they want.
To see me drown.