[ WP ] People that die in the ocean become mermaids

I take a deep breath. After all it'll be one of the last ones that I'll ever be having. One more breath. Just one more breath. I thought as I stood on the edge of the cliff. I had always liked the ocean when I was younger. Was always fascinated by just looking out on the coastline. 
 
 But now it all felt different. I thought I would be a hopeless romantic, doing this in the one place I truly loved. But what did I have to be afraid for? I got expelled from school because of my jealous ex-boyfriend telling the dean I was dealing drugs and placed some weed in my locker. My parents do n't want to talk to me either. They always said they liked him and he was such a nice boy and why on earth would I break up with him? They took his side. The bastard. 
 
 The ocean breeze swirls around me, making my body shiver at it's embrace. I can feel the rope tense around my leg as I shiver. Yes that hempen rope, tied around a cinder-block I stole from my dad's garage and then attached to my ankle. The two simple items that would take me to oblivion. Well I needed one more thing. I needed a push. I took the cinder block in my trembling hands. The rough granite texture scratching my pale skin. I was hardly able to move because of the weight. I took one last look around me and jumped. 
 
 The wind whipped around me at top speed as I fell. I let go of the cinder-block and it followed my descent downwards right by my side. As if it was my best friend. Before I could think longer on that sentiment my feet came crashing down on cold ocean water. Though it might as well have been cold ocean concrete. I wince in pain at the feeling resonating through my whole body. My body was shaking and seizing up. I wanted to take a deep breath to clear the feeling but then I reveled in the stupid idea that this was. I could n't get the relief I wanted. I could only hope death could come quick as my body sank lower and lower due to the heavy weight on my leg. I can feel it yanking me down. Deeper and deeper. Finally my body is tired of holding in the motion and I open my mouth for air to find only salty water to greet me. My head starts to pound, pulsate and spin all at once. I knew I was going to die but was this how it felt like? I could only hope that I would lose consciousness soon to escape this horrible damned feeling. Dear god my lungs... It hurts. I closed my eyes. Trying to keep them from bulging out of my skull from the pressure. Then after I thought it could n't get any worse, I slipped away. 
 
 It was only a small slip though. I opened my eyes again to my bewilderment. I could n't feel the pain in my lungs, and I felt something slip off of my... leg? I look down to see a beautiful shimmering fish-like tail. The rope slipped off of the bottom fin and the cinder-block continued it's descent without me attached to it's burdening weight. I put my hands to my neck and feel the pulsating gills that were now there processing the water instead of my lungs. I took a deep breath. Never feeling more relieved in my entire life. I looked out in the deep blue underwater distance. Remember the times of when I would look out at the coastline. And for once I felt truly at home. 

