The vigorous waves began to engulf us. Life was hanging on a string. Shrieks boomed our ears, deafening us. My hand remained on a wooden counter. I take a deep breath, as if it’s my first. Tears streamed down my face, making my face moist with water. “It’s time. It’s now… or never.” My voice is raw, I’m surprised I still have one. My mouth is as dry as sawdust. My short fringe dangles above my eyelids. I move my feet cautiously to the door, making every step count. My hand is just on the handle, when I’m thrashed to the floor, but the ferocious wind, does worse. The world became a void of darkness.

BY IRIS