It was a cold night just like this one.
I remember a man, a man in all black, who strutted towards me with a wicked grin.
My blood ran cold at the sight of him.
I couldn’t get loose from the fishnet, I struggled and struggled but to no prevail.
As if I was some trophy- he picked me up from my teal, scaly tail and threw the fishnet away, chuckling and cackling at his victory.
All I could do was watch as I was carried away from my home, my life, and all that I knew.
“I’m afraid…someone….please help me,” I thought as he tossed me onto the wooden floor.
My tears stained the floor, while my fist balled in agony.
Somehow I knew- I knew, that it was going to be the last time I saw the ocean.