#her name replica refers to the fact that a main body replicates herself into several copies so its like cloning!

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 14 prompt: Water Inhalation

Character: Replica

With blurred vision and body heavy from exhaustion, numb from pain, and uncooperative with her inner desperation, a woman held her breath as she helplessly sank to the bottom of the ocean she was cruelly thrown in. People in neat suits and white coats, people that heartlessly ripped her life away from her, stolen like a precious gem yet discarded like a toy they no longer found joy to play with.

She wondered where it went wrong, was it when she desperately tried to survive in an unforgiving world where one's status is determined by birth? Was it when she tried to crawl her way out of that life at the lowest of the lows? Was it when she went to and fro, doing odd jobs just to keep a roof on her head, food on the table, and clean clothes to wear? Or was it the moment she was born?

She doesn't know, and the more she thinks, the more her memories slip away from her, as if an invisible force is slowly taking it, just as the people that stole her life. Would she came to forget who she is, even in death?

The woman's tears mixed with the ocean, the stinging of his eyes were the only indication she was even crying. She tried to get her hand to move, even just her fingers, yet her body refused to listen. She merely continued to sink, deeper, and deeper, until her back reached the ocean floor, until all she could she of the skies above is the light from the sun.

The woman's mind went blank, she doesn't know why she couldn't move, doesn't know why she was in such a situation to begin with, doesn't know why she felt so hopeless and sad. She just continued to hold her breath until her lungs ached, continued to cry even without knowing the reason for her tears to keep flowing.

And though the woman doesn't why, she prayed to the heavens she could no longer see, a prayer she felt compelled to repeat in her head.

Please let me live. Let me move, let me breathe, let me escape from this fate.

The woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She repeated that prayer, over and over again, until her consciousness left her and all that she sees is darkness.

… … …

A woman opened her eyes, sitting at a sandy beach, she looked up at the sky and a single tear fell from her eyes, though she doesn't know the reason for it. She felt relieved and grateful, as if a wish was granted, although she has no memories of having made one. In fact, she had no memories at all, yet she didn't mind that, all she wanted to do now, is to live.