"Hey! Can you see me?" I asked, he nodded in reply. It may be a small action but it was a huge difference for me. Why was he so special to be able to see me when millions of others can't? If he could only break the glass which imprisoned me, I could finally be free. The mere thought of freedom, the mere thought of being able to taste the fresh air again, it empowered me once again. Freedom was finally within my grasp, and this time, I shall not let go of it.
"Break the glass!" I shouted. I realized how hoarse my voice has became due to extreme dehydration and my throat when vibrating with soreness for each syllable pronounced, yet I still had to scream at my loudest so that he could hear me.
He shook his head, reluctant to break the glass. He mimicked a dying motion whereby he placed his hand on his neck and pretended to strangle himself to death.
"I won't drown! Please, just break the glass!" I kept screaming. He looked hesitant, swimming up and down as if he was trying to recollect his thoughts.
"You may not drown, but I most probably would," my imaginary friend reminded me. I ignored her and looked at the diver with beady eyes. She could drown for all I care, but I needed to get out of here. I knelt down and started making a begging motion. I didn't mean to, but tears started streaming out of my eyes.
The diver must have took pity on me, for he took a rock and threw it at the side of the glass prison, shattering it to pieces. Water started flooding in and the strong current pushed me to the other side of my prison. The pressure that was applied onto me was immense, even strong enough to shatter a few ribs. Liquid started gushing into my mouth, filling my lungs to the brim. The pain was unbearable but luckily my screams couldn't be heard underwater. I was glad for the pain though, the pain of my bones getting crushed by the underwater pressure, the pain of my lungs bursting from within, because I can heal and I know that finally, I am free
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