Mystical Ocean Sarah stood at the top of the cliff, her toes curled around the edge of the jagged rocks.
She glanced briefly down towards the circular, blue pool, which appeared to be the size of a laundry bucket from this height. She knew from experience that if she hesitated, paused to gather courage, it would only make it harder to take the step into space. She drew in a deep breath, counted to herself, “One, two, three” and placed her life in the hands of gravity. As she descended, the magical power and speed of falling through the sunlight and then plunging into the water exhilarated her.
It was always the same and yet the rush she experienced, felt as thrilling as the first time. As she broke the surface of the water, any remaining oxygen escaped from her lungs. Upon surfacing, she would give her golden, brown hair a shake and gasp for air, while trying to cope with the adrenalin that bolted through her veins. She awoke from this pleasant reflection with a grin on her face.
It wasnt until she began to regain full consciousness that the sinister fingers of her dreadful disease reached around her chest and began to squeeze.The daily shock of realisation confronted her. Every morning she had to face the horrific facts, again and again and again.
Lying back in her bed, she listened to the small birds whistling cheerfully outside. She couldnt help reminding herself of how pointless and irrational it was to resent the native birds, which sat on the dry, summer twigs. Finally, she could not bear to listen to them any more.They could dance so freely, then stretch their wings and fly away. Sarahs thoughts were disturbed by her mothers loud entrance to the room.
As always she was trying her absolute best to sound cheerful and indirectly supportive. “How are you feeling?” she inquired compassionately. “Simply fantastic!” Sarah replied sarcastically.Her mother attempted to ignore the bitter remark but was visibly affected by Sarahs recent cynical attitude. Sarah, although noticing her mothers discomfort refused to make eye contact or soften her harsh comments.
“How would you feel lying in this bed day after day?” she asked angrily. “I could take you for a walk in your chair along the beach later, if you want” her mother offered encouragingly. “Ive told you, I hate that chair and when are you going to get ithe damn thing out of my room”, shouted Sarah. She stared accusingly at her mother and then at the dull, silver wheelchair, sitting beside her bed.Sarah hated that chair, refusing to use it and resented her mother for Vbos No. 97194015 T leaving it in her room. “Get it out!” Sarah roared once again.
Despondently Sarahs mother turned and wheeled the chair out of her room. Silently Sarahs nurse entered the room. A small Asian woman, she rarely if ever spoke. Slowly she fed Sarah breakfast; spoon-fed like a child.
Frustration and anger grew within Sarah, as the most mundane tasks were now beyond her capabilities. As the nurse gently bathed Sarahs legs, she wistfully remembered when she had full use of her limbs. Tanned, defined, strong, her legs were an object of desire. Now they were little more than two thin, brittle twigs.
She envied her nurse as she moved gracefully through the room.Meticulously prepared Sarahs medication, ensuring each duty was performed to the greatest detail, before leaving as swiftly as shed entered, offering Sarah only a shy, unsure, half-smile. Through her balcony window, Sarah witnessed the huge waves crash into the jagged rocks below and listened in silence to the mysteriously wild, roar of the ocean. The bitter taste of medication lingered in her mouth, while the harsh wind picked up the sand, swirling it in the air, causing the last of the tourists to scurry from the sand. The beach was now desolate and bare, looked more like a desert. As the sun slowly began to hide behind the clouds, the once golden sand turned to a murky gray, while the incoming tide swallowed all before it.
The shadow of darkness spread quickly across the deep, endless ocean, hiding all within life and the life of Sarahs.