He could hear the inhalation of oxygen around him, speaking of the ocean — full of life and colour. Yet before his sunken eyes were a haze of dull hues. A cold wash only he could feel. Everyone reiterates of a buoyant but what is the purpose of staying afloat when all will has been washed out? Drowning into soundless oblivion, the weight presses him down into the bottomless pit of the ocean.
With a firm grip of desolation, the stream of bubbles faded from his nose. His field of vision was now enveloped by the dark indigo body of water. An uncharacteristic moment follows — a hand reaches. Its warmth morphed into rays of hope which towed him back to life.
But, that glimmer of hope quickly changes and, soon, he finds himself engulfed in nothingness. Helplessly scrambling from the shackles that restrained his rightful movements, he remained by his foundational rights and requested for release, only to be met with a disheartening shout,
“Section 309 of the Penal Code.”
Echoes penetrated the stillness of air.