A short while ago, I went to the sea. The sun did not greet me as usual, but hid scared behind the clouds: a coward. The sand grainy between my toes, I walked towards the shoreline. The wind was harsh behind me. It pushed me sharply towards the thrashing waves, an untamed beast. A grey film cast over the world, and no sound penetrated my ears. It seemed the loudness of pain had deafened me. The ocean then treated me coldly, as if I was foreign to its face. No warmth spread as we met in the sand, so I sank into its unruly hands. It was my own personal silent movie, The Girl and the Sea, soon to be in theatres. Too bad I'd miss the premiere. I had drifted deeper into my enemy, a hostile environment had ever be. The water now up to my knees, I take a deep breath and fall just to be free.

Below is a different quiet. It's a sort of numb freeze. Nothing has a definitive shape or color, it all just blends together. A beautiful mess if ever there’d be. I attempt an effort to work my way down, but I realize the current is already taking me. A destination preset, shortest route yet. I'm falling faster, but I can still see all that I pass. If only I could reach out and grab onto something. Maybe a reef, or a school of fish. Even a shark would be acceptable. But my arms aren't long enough, or maybe they just won't move. I haven't even the slightest caution of anything anymore. And suddenly I'm flying. Nothing moves around me, but I've never seen more in my life. I can see everything. The coral dying, starfish smiling, even the sun, dipping lower and lower. And I can see where I'm going: down. Deep into the heart of the darkest parts of the magnificent sea. Far below to depths where no one could ever find me. I can see it but I don't slow down. I go faster and faster until light can’t even catch me. I'm so close, it's right there, I can just reach out and-
No. I've stopped. But I haven't reached the bottom. My body is frozen. Hovering above the end. I can taste the sweet liberation. Please. Why have I stopped? I raise my head and glance cautiously around. Then, I see it. Right there up ahead. Staring me straight on with feriosity greater than all the stars in the universe; an eel.
  It's a rare one, though I don't feel frightened. It's slick black body stays still in the vast open waters. I can admire its lithe figure, its skin looks so shiny I could just see my own reflection. It almost looks sad there. Sitting all alone just watching me. I yearn to take away his sadness, it should not be this innocent one’s to bear. Then suddenly, I see it bolt. Faster than sound, it streaks through the water. But it comes towards me, and I realize that I am also moving.
I'm a slow motion picture, but I don't know why. My motions are as fluid as the ocean that has consumed me. I feel light, like I'm floating. Everything just lifts from me as I move towards the sea floor. The eel now enters my sight. His misery spreads to me quickly, and I feel cold. All the weight that left me no sooner returned with a throbbing vengeance. And he just watches me. Too late to save me, he watched me fall further and further, until I finally reached the bottom.
He watched me float closer and closer to the end. He waited as I fell into oblivion, and did nothing. He just observed as I let myself be torn apart and spread across the sea. And I felt betrayed. For though I did not ask for his aid, his idleness made me feel hurt. For once, the pain and empathy I felt was for no one but myself. There was no hatred, no irritation, only sorrow and heartache. I was utterly destroyed. Everything I had was burned to ashes, and this foreign creature just watched.
I felt my head touch the bottom. My hands hit the soft sand smooth between my fingers. My shoulders relaxed and I felt myself fading from the sea around me, suddenly the sun became much brighter. It was curious, as I actually felt that I was being pulled down, and was encased by the earth. I closed my eyes and let the world take me.
Then something snaked around my wrist. I was pulled swiftly out of the sand. I watched my feet dangle below me as a puff of sand marked my path. The water was suddenly warmer, friendlier. I looked up to see the strong eel, determinately swimming, my being in tow. It didn't seem to be a decision, but a reflex. A sense of security suddenly consumed me. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. I was overwhelmed as the vibrant colors of the world returned from their slumber. My eyes met safety in the eyes of the eel’s. And slowly something creeped through my numb veins, and glided into my soul. I closed my eyes and leaned back as this temporary burst of happiness enveloped me. And I was free.