Death, the thief!

'If death were to touch one of us, why wasn't it me?' I stared at the body or it peered at me, the pupils of John's eyes had gone red. The marine life shielded him, beginning to find their meal in the man who had been more than an anchor. Nothing made sense from there because my decision has led to the death of an innocent, once again. What difference does my cursed existence make now? The venomous hold Carolina's words have had on me have done more damage and my efforts to sustain a normal life are becoming futile. I breathed in bubbles as the water began to enter my lungs or I allowed it to enter my body on purpose for there's no meaning to my life anymore.

"John…," a shockwave struck me and my lips whispered his name automatically. It was the sound of defeat. Despite knowing I can't bring him back to life, I tread in the water with my mind shutting out the world like it did when I lost my family. He was no less than a family; he was an elder brother who'd chosen to bring healing t