There are four of us- me, you, and two of your friends. We are driving in your SUV; you are actually driving, speeding. The road is covered in ice and you are speeding. I tell you to slow down but you don’t listen, you never listen. You are speeding and approaching a curve in the road. You are speeding as we slide across the road, onto the shoulder, over the shoulder, through the fence, and into the water. Your friends tell me not to open the window as we plummet down to the bottom of the lake. I don’t know why, but I listen to them against my better judgment.
Soon we have hit the bottom. The water surrounding us is dark, cloudy, and cold. Somehow everyone gets out and swims away, everyone except me. I am stuck. I am on the bottom of the lake unable to move, frozen in the freezing water. I am out of the car in the water, but I can’t move. I try and try to kick my legs but they are filled with lead, weighted down. I’m so tired, I want to give up.
So I do, I give up, I stop kicking. It feels good. It feels right to stop trying, to give in. I’m drowning in the dark water all alone. It’s peaceful. I’m drowning, I know I am. I think I’m going to die and I’m not scared. All of these thoughts are within seconds but it seems like an eternity. I’m ready to let go when someone grabs me. Someone grabs me and is pulling me up. Someone is pulling me up from the bottom. Someone is pulling me to the top of the lake. Someone is saving me. I was drowning and now I’m not.