I stare at the glass. There, a giant stares back. It's a strange creature. It runs around, each step vibrating in the water. I feel it all the time. It also likes to look at me. It stops it's running and jumping, and just stares as I do nothing. It also feeds me, occasionally. There's this bigger giant that comes around as well. It's vibrations are much less energetic, more calm and consistent. It grabs the little giant, and they both walk away out of the room. Then, there's nothing besides me in a lifeless room that never changes. I can't tell whether or not the giant is interesting. Often enough it is terrifying, but the empty room is as well. It is atleast something.243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSMXFhIxOMs
The water cools my scales. I live in a cramped area. I'm all alone, and I swim very little. There's one piece of plant in my home, along with strangely colored rocks. The water is stagnant, and there's not much to do.
Eventually, I get hungry. There's food nearby, I know it. Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten any before. Yet, I find none.
The door opens, and the little giant runs in. I swim up to the edge of my home, and to the glass. I see the giant, running around without a care in the world. My stomach hurts. I need food. It's harder for me to swim. Harder for me to breathe. I start to panic, hoping to get the giant's attention. It may be able to feed me, if I try hard enough.
The giant eventually remembers of my existence and run towards me. It's great eyes stare at my body. With my the strength I have left, I swim up to the edge of the water, hoping it will drop food to my mouth. It's eyes widen, and I see something come to the edge of the water. At last, something can help me!
I try to bite on it. It's rock solid. It's not a piece of food at all. If I could beg, I would. I need food. This is not food. It's all I care about now.
The thing that I try to bite starts touching my scales. I soon realize it's the extension of the human, probably a tendril of it's paw. I start to swim around, desperately hoping it will give food. I barely have any strength left, waiting and watching for food. There were so many lonely hours, just looking through the glass to see if something could occupy my mindspace. Lonely hours of swimming around, and hoping for my belly to be full. It couldn't end now, could it?
Suddenly, the big giant enters the room. I feel it's steady vibrations, and I feel hope. If the little giant won't give food, perhaps the big giant will.
I watch as the big giant grabs the little giant. It looks at me for a moment, as if to examine me. I want food. Please. I try swimming again, although I have no energy left. I float in the water, watching the two giants leave the room. It becomes lifeless again. 243Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzZeJsVY2q
For the next agonizing hours, I watch as my body destroys itself. The world starts to grow dark. My pain only worsens. Food won't come. A strange sadness falls upon me. My life, my existence, what was it all for? I couldn't even get food. Did I ever have a chance to survive? I think back to the bodies of fish I had seen in the other, bigger tank. I always wondered what it felt like to be the body, and who that fish was before. What that fish could've been. That old life was a crowded, full of life. We at least got a meal once a day. In this one, I am forgotten. I am relegated to nothing but death. Slowly, in my last minutes, my mind drifts off, and my body rises, peace finally filling the void of anguish.
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I was watching one youtuber the other day and they said how they had owned fish as a child and how they probably accidentally let it starve to death by forgetting to feed it. I don't know why, but that made me feel really messed up. I have fish myself. Although I don't really bond with them or anything, I still struggle thinking about starving to death and being forgotten. I tried to imagine being that fish and having to watch the days go by and the hunger slowly grow, watching a child run back and forth to you, but it all means nothing in the end since that lurching feeling of hunger destroys your life. Hunger is a disgusting thing. So even though this is just inspired by fish, the idea of it really struck a chord in me.
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