Caught
Usual ten in the morning, I drag myself to the other side of town; the place where we aren’ t allowed to go.“ The bank”, they call it. I go there everyday, it’ s my job. Since I was a little fish I have always wanted to help. My job is to be a police that protects the rest from predators. Usually our species the“ Atlantic Bonito” are the experts of this job because they can easily released themselves from the hook. So, for a daily routine, I wait swimming around trying to protect the rest of the fish from being caught. I’ m an expert. Just yesterday, I saved 200 lives; lives that would have ended deliciously served with garlic in the most renowned city restaurant. I swim to the bank were I will patiently and secretly wait. As soon as I arrive to the place, a little sardine is about to be caught, she seems to be smaller than the rest of the sardines, she’ s probably lost. I swim as fast as I can and try to rescue her just as I removed the hook with all the strength my fins could possibly have, I am not able to move. My fin got stuck to a silver sharp tool. It is hurting my fin, never had I gone through this. I am shocked. Never had I been caught, not here, at least. I turn my face to the sardine, she just looks at me not knowing what to do. She says,“ I’ m sorry, but I am very weak and have no strength, let me go ask for help”. This to me was a way of saying goodbye, I’ ll let you die here alone. Help! I scream, yet most of the fish swam to the opposite direction. What would I do? I started to shake side to side trying to unhook myself. Just as I was about to release myself I cut myself. Blood was drilling out of my left fin and that was indeed a problem. I wasn’ t scared of bleeding to death, I was scared of being eaten by the white shark. My blood was being carried by the current to the cave, yes, THE CAVE. The most prohibited place of the entire ocean, it is the place where all predator live and have no mercy for the rest of the fish. Every time another blood drop moved through the ocean I was more scared. Then, I heard him, his secret swimming. I was dead fish. The water slowly opening space for the king to conquer and have a new slave in his tummy. I kept shaking even more, and the more I shaked the more the hook was pulling me. But, it was too late. I felt him behind my back. As I was about to release myself he caught me. With his sharp triangular teeth he bit my tail. I was shouting for help meanwhile looking at him enjoy my wonderful tail. I felt my entire body on fire, it was like a massive explosion that would never end. The best thing for me know would be to get released to the surface, stop breeding, and stop the suffering that was already killing me. I just wished for my death after all it had all been my fault. I stopped fighting and allowed the evil creature to catch me. Just as I was about to be taken to the surface I wished my old fellows a good luck, wishing them to never suffer as I did today. Yet, never stopped thinking about their ego. How mean were they to leave me alone when I was always helping them. Arctic Bonitos usually are police, but today, we had become loners of the ocean. I had been there waiting, waiting to rescue anyone that was in danger, but when it was me who was in danger nobody came to rescue not even old comrades that had seen me save them. Then, it was time. I wave my fin one last time to the ocean as a way of saying goodbye to my home. It was then when I saw the light, a tunnel that was dragging me to another world, the place where I would finally rest in peace. But the suffering had not ended yet, I was
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