A story on 500 words "The water was cold,I took a deep breath and jumped".
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The cold nearly knocked me out. The freezing water did it's best to kill me, filling my lungs and sinuses with ice. I opened my eyes in the water, it was painful, but I did it. I looked around wildly in the water. WHERE IS SHE? My lovely sister, my younger counterpart since my childhood, was in this death trap of a lake. I still see her hair from when she fell from the boat. Long and black, with a butterfly clip contrasting against the dark colour. Her party frock was probably swirling around her prone figure in the murky waters. Where I couldn't reach her. I screamed underwater. But all that came out of my mouth was a stream of bubbles. I was ready to die myself, along with my sister, but strong hands pulled me out and wrapped me in a woolly blanket. A mug of something hot was put into my hands. But all I could see and hear was my sister falling, the awful splash and my mother's anguished scream. The imaged were sickening. The mug fell from my hands, spilling the drink. I fell on my knees, and I fell to the floor, sobbing, until I encountered the sweet world of unconsciousness. Where I didn't have to face reality. But unfortunately, my brain was intent on hurting me today. In my dream, I was playing a game of tag with her, but every time I came close to catching her, she would invariably melt out of my grasp and run away again. This continued till I could no longer stay in unconsciousness. The first thing I heard when I came to was police sirens. I threw my blanket off and ran to the constable, ignoring my weakened condition. When he saw me, his face tuned ashen, and then I realised, they couldn't save her. They couldn't save a young girl who fell in water. She was gone forever. The police told me the good news. They found her body. I wanted to scream. How was that good news? Now I would have to face her. I didn't want to. But before I could say anything, a date was fixed for the funeral. My dad was stone. He was trying to stay strong, but I could see the tears threatening to spill. My mother, on the other hand was holding my sister's limp body and weeping bitterly. I couldn't watch this. I turned away.
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The next day, we put on our best dark clothes. I picked out a black wraparound dress. Then I realised, I had worn that dress on her last birthday party. I threw the dress back inside the closet. I didn't want to spoil the dress which had such a happy memory with an unthinkably sad event. I wore a deep blue dress instead. My dad wore his only suit, and my mother wore her black gown. On closer look, I realised she hadn't put on any makeup and her dark circles were emphasised without the use of concealer. People came to us, consoling and telling us she was in a better place. I ignored all of them. Just as I was about to slap someone with a particularly obnoxious condolence, the funeral began, and I sank into my seat. Her coffin, a mahogany shone richly with polish. My mom began to cry. I was now devoid of feelings. The funeral went on and on. Finally, we had to go and lay a flower on her coffin. My mom laid a bunch of posies and my dad laid a few carnations. I picked up my flower and went up to her new home. I laid a single rose and whispered my last words to her. "Goodbye, Rose."
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