Bubbles. Pockets of my last few breaths surround by salty blue-green waves of water. I watch them dance throughout the ocean as I slowly sink away from the top of the water,sink away from the world I used to call home. I hit the bottom of the ocean floor, sturring sand up around me. I can no longer see the soft sunlight filtering through the water. I have very little air left in my lungs. I am waiting, waiting for the very last breath to leave me alone with my thoughts, and provide me with the bittersweet absence of life that I have been craving for 4 years. I had been planning this ever since my dad left my mother and I, and I was left to take care of my sick mother. Yesterday, the cancer finally took over my mother, killing her. So, now as I watch the bubbles floating away from my mouth I am, for the first time in my life, content.