User blog:SuperTalker101/Find a Path Home: A5

You spread your arms towards your back and form a triangle, similar to the shape of a fighter jet's wings. By moving one arm up and one arm down, you manage to use your limited knowledge of aerodynamics to steer your body towards the big body of water. Slowly, the waves get bigger and closer.

You make a rough estimate of the distance between you and the ground. 300 meters? 200 meters? But right when you think you're far, far high than you actually are seeing, you face is smacked painfully as your head takes the force of the crash into the waves.

You're barely conscious, can't breath because the shock knocked the air out of your lungs, let alone the fact that you're in the water. You try to move your arms, but the salt water rushing into the small cuts that you got from airborne debris is too much for you. As you sink deeper and deeper, you lift your arm in front of your face. It's bloody, cut, and severly wounded; all because of your parents.

As the light disappears and you begin to enter darkness, you exhale for the last time, and close your eyes.