Expressive Writing: Interior Monologue

The half drawn curtain moved. I was standing on an uneven rocky surface making it hard to balance. The rocks were wet and rough under my feet. As the curtain slowly continued to open I hear waves crashing. How can there be waves behind a curtain? It's impossible; your just imagining it. The curtain abruptly came to a stop. The air smells like salt and seaweed. Maybe if I could just get a little closer I could see what lies behind the curtain. Don't worry, just go. i bounded from rock to rock approaching the lavender curtain. It felt so soft as it lightly brushed my arms. I was past it; it was that easy to just walk away from the things behind me. When i past the curtain I felt free. The burden of my past was lifted of my shoulders and now nothing can hold me back. I ran as the waves crashed on the shore. As far as i can see, there is a never ending shade of dark blue covering the earths surface. The darkness of the water is harsh against the white clouds. I jump into the water. needles of freezing cold water pierce my skin. What is it? Is it a wave? All of a sudden I can't see. I'm beneath the surface of the big blue and al I feel is water in my nose and the taste of salt burning the back of my throat. What happened? Didn't I escape? How could it have caught up to me so quickly? This isn't real; I already escaped the past. Now I can feel me body being pulled. My arm feels like it will be torn out of socket in just a few moments. I see a light. Can they turn it off? It's blinding me! Now there's darkness; they must have heard me. I can feel my chest expand and it feels like it's about to burst! It's out of my control; I can't stop my lungs from... " Are you okay?" The voice is unclear. Sort of a mumble, and completely grammatically incorrect. Now my body is shaking. Oh no, it's gonna burst! " Stop!" Why did I just yell that? " Are you okay?" The voice repeats itself. Am I going crazy? I was alone and now this voice won't leave me alone. My eyes open and I regret it immediately. I forget that it's noon; the sun burns my eyes. I'm blind! This time I know it for sure. As I attempt to oen my eyes once more, I see a place unlike any other I've seen before. I've done it! I've finally moved forward; I've escaped my past.