There was nothing I could do. the weight of the oil still pulled me under. For one second I could hardly breath. The ere green light of the escalator filled up my eyes and I felt the metal teeth scrap agents me. Then I was under and I could breath again. It was scary underneath. Nobody had checked the Q levels in a long time. So the oil was murky green. It surrounded me like water surrounds a lobster in a pot. The only difference was that I was going to live. Wasn’t I? suddenly the motor of the escalader came back on. It tossed me around like I was nothing more then cloths in the washer. Then It threw me backwards the medial teeth. That made contact with my skin. I couldn’t breath move or think anything except. I’m going to die.
I’m Going To Die.
August 7, 2009