It was supposed to be a carefree day filled with sun, laughter and swimming. I had been looking forward to the event for days. When Ray asked me to join him, I had been enthusiastic. I was so certain he had wanted to move our relationship a step further than what the last few years had brought. It was the first time he had been willing to take me to meet his friends, to spend time together other than at my place. I had been so wrong.
I looked out at the ocean that surrounded me. The storm clouds were gathering and the waves were a little choppy. I could see Ray’s head bobbing a little in front of me. I wondered briefly whether he had any regrets; whether he wished he had treated me a little differently. I realise now that I had been little more than a pawn in his plans – plans that had backfired and left me floating in this sea. I felt hurt that he had used me. But more than hurt, I felt anger. If I got through this, I would never forgive him.
The continued movement of my arms and legs helped to warm me a little. I was grateful that my fear and insecurity had encouraged me to wear the bright orange life jacket. At least it helped me to stay afloat. I did not know, however, for how much longer I could keep moving. My legs and arms were feeling tired; and my fear of the wide open space was beginning to invade the core of my being. The ocean was so vast and I felt so insignificant. Tears began to fall down my cheeks. I could die out here and no one would know.
Another sound suddenly broke the silence of the ocean. I looked out into the horizon, daring to hope. The large chopper was flying close to the sea. The coastguards? Or was it more of those men, come to find to they felt belonged to them? Eyes wide, I watched it get closer.
(This piece of free writing was inspired by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday Picture prompt)
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014