Aqua :part 1 Water Origins

My memories are unclear.I don’t know if what I have in my mind is my real life or a dream but I will try to tell you the story of Aqua.

I was born this way,always  wet,always playing with water,swimming dreaming about life on the ocean floor.

Nothing changed for me the day the first mutant appeared on TV and showed his powers to the public.I clouded care less about something like that since it wasn’t my business.Of course like anything new and strange, people around me were afraid of the mutants,or even hated them.Some of them joined extreme an organization called “Pure Bloods”.They even wanted me to join them.Why wouldn’t they,I was a hard worker,volunteer for many organizations about the environment and good in front of the public.But I didn’t.Of course that’s when everyone started telling I was a monster banger,a groupie of those mutated humans and that’s was the reason I couldn’t support their job.

Honestly,I had no interest in this world.My world was blue,cruel and beautiful.

My life was in the waves,in the salty water of my mother “the sea”.So as long as those mutants didn’t destroy my world,I had no reason to support them or hate them.

Then,one morning,everything changed.An earthquake in Japan caused a huge tsunami,major destructions in Japan and a nuclear explosion.

This changed everything for me.The water was polluted,and it would stay that way for millions of years,the pollution would grow faster through the food chain,and it would destroy my paradise.

You know what made furies?When an American Mutant,self called “Avalanche” appeared,together with the president of the United States and announced that this was the beginning of a new Era,an era where all the mutants could rule the world as long as they helped America take full property of the natural sources of energy.

Was it the statement?the fact that this was not a natural disaster,but a game between those filthy humans?I don’t know,I still haven’t found out.

All I can remember was that I went for swimming,in Sounio,the most marvelous beach in Greece.I couldn't stop swimming until I found myself miles away from the beach,and felt so tired that I decided to rest for a while,letting myself free on the waves.

I dreamed about my life,my friends who would probably forget about me if I stopped calling them,my sadist father and my half crazy mother.I felt so sad,thinking that my life is completely meaningless.I was trapped in game.The hating game of my father who wanted full control over me,the selfish love game of my mother,who couldn't live without me but still couldn't show me her love.My friends using me always to gain something.The boyfriend who I was using as my sex toy,but couldn’t love him.The world I lived in,a world with no hope,no future,no happiness or love.This dream made me so sad.This meaningless game of the powerful.I think that’s when I started thinking of killing myself.Why not?Death in the arms of my one and only lover.I dived as deep as I could and tried to keep my body underwater.

I think that’s when I……….

I woke up.Why?I was dead,I was gone,I was...confused?I was still in the water,lying on the sand of the ocean floor.How can this be possible?I felt so,so wonderful!I felt like I was a part of the water.I was one with the waves.

I could breath underwater!