being a Rock

She couldn’t see her feet and at this point she was terrified and being pulled under by, herself. All she could see and feel was the black around her. As she slowly started to see her hands fade away and the water rush into her she prayed for a hand to come down and save her like in the movies… but they never did and she sank and sank like the rock she was for everyone else.

    As she looked up to see the surface and all that she had with her final attempt she pushes hard and broke free from the black kicking harder. No air left but hope. She breaches the surface to see another crying. Not over her constant stream of death but there own problems not even noticing . Not even noticing you disappear but sometimes it can’t be helped. So she becomes the rock once again sinking for the other she charises in hopes the thin line that tethers herself from the land and the lake never break.