[ IP ] She took what she thought was her last breath , and sank slowly ...

She was born with an incredible talent. The press called her the savant of the seas. She's met with countless CEOs, presidents, anyone who was remotely well known showered her with attention and gifts. She underwent myriads of experiments and schooling with maritime specialists. And yet she was afraid. She'd been sent on scouting missions, diving hundreds of feet below the surface for scientific research. Although perhaps there may have be some sadism subtlety lurking under her missions. Each time, she went deeper and deeper, gambling her life for the amusement of the world. She was merely a puppet, something to be used as conversation material to every Stacy, John, Jack, and Jill. She knew this time, on this mission, her death was inevitable. She could feel it in her lungs, a sort of pressure like something heaving was pressing against her chest against a wall. Yet, she felt oddly relieved. Her parents exploited her for publicity and she had no friends growing up. She could finally escape. Her heart rate slowed down and she took one last look to admire her surroundings. A few dully gray fish swam by the faded, brownish pillars. It was quite barren and that was just the way she liked it.
