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I always loved the water. My father used to tell me that the salt water of the harbour flowed through out veins like blood. He was such a sweet man, caring, thoughtful. He could always make me smile and always wanted my company since mummy wasn't around. He never told why though, always said she had left on a business trip and never came back. I asked him if he missed her once and he grew silent before hugging me and saying that it didn't matter since she had left me for him to love. I knew he was hurting though. As I grew older, he starts letting me on his boat when he would take it out. It was so exciting, feeling the salty air against my skin, watching the waves and gulls. He made sure I was always careful not to fall in too......that changed sadly. Father started to grow distant as he started a fishing business, staying out later with his crew and coming back drunk from long nights. I didn't mind to much. Just made myself dinner, finished my homework and want to bed to start the next day once he said goodnight. But....it grew worse. He'd stay out later and later, coming home more intoxicated as the weeks went by. I had I start leaving things for him to eat an wait silently in my bed for him to say goodnight, which he never did. One day though, he had come home early and sober, happy like he used to be. I was confused by the change greatly at my young age, assuming that all was set in stone. He told me that he was going to take me out the next day on an actual fishing trip, just me and him. I was so ecstatic that my daddy was back I hardly slept that night waiting for the morning to arrive. We got up early and headed out, coming to a fishing boat that was his own personal one. As we started out of the harbour he went to point out something to me near the front of the boat and I went to look over the railing. Unfortunately, a large wave had gone over the front a the same time, slicking the deck just enough that I slipped and fell into the water, slamming my head off the side of the boat as a I went. I don't remember much then except for looking up at the shimmering water as I fell to the bottom, sand tickling my skin before black. I guess drowning is much more calming than people make it to be. When I awoke, which was confusing in and of itself, I realised that I was no longer under water, but in a soft bed with teal bed sheets. A young man walked in carrying a bowl and asked how I was feeling, my reply being a bit parched and famished. He sat on the bed near me and I noticed that the bowl was soup, which he said he had made for me. For me. Someone actually.....showed the love and care that my father had long ago....I was so happy to have that loved feeling again. He said that he would take care of me for now on and that he would be my daddy If I wanted. At that, I threw my arms around him in a hug and started to cry, realising that within losing a father who's love may grow and fade, I had found someone who would care for me unconditionally and never leave me alone.
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