medusathegorgon
Her arms were flailing,
rapid
waves crash, closing in around her
over her, the dark water holds her
smothers her... covers her.
When she was six, her mother beat her with a wooden spoon.
The spoon broke on her back.
It left stinging red welts the next day.
For some reason, this is the only thought going through her mind.
This is her last moment alive.
She felt safe knowing that this is how it would all end.