There were only two things I was sure of when I broke the surface of the water. One, it was freezing, and two, I was going to die. More than once I’d managed to surface my head for some air but the waves slammed into me, knocking it back out. I sunk like a rock. My arms flailed helplessly, determined to pump my body back to the surface. I had hit the water so hard that my brain couldn’t tell which way was up or down. It was like being stuck in infinity and there was no escape. The salty water invaded my mouth and I was vaguely aware that I was missing a shoe. My lungs screamed for air and the panic began to increase. Specks of silver began to appear behind my eyes and my head felt like a spinning bomb inside my skull. Air- so simple and easily taken for granted. I would trade all the limbs I could spare just to be able to breathe again. Darkness washed over me and a strange sense of peace replaced my panic. I’m not sure if I’ve sunken deeper or if the darkness is in my head. The spinning slows and I feel like I am floating in space. Everything is dark but I can still see the silver specks. Stars maybe? As my conscious begins to fade, so does my desire to escape. Who could have known that dying could be peaceful?
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