Breaking the Surface

May 27, 2012
By , Port Angeles, WA
As my lungs were squeezed smaller by the pressure, I choked and gagged on nothing. My throat burned with trapped air and my ears were pounding. My heart was beating against my chest as fast as a mouse and all I heard was the rumble of the clear liquid that had surrounded me. I could take no more. As I opened my mouth to scream, all that came out was a queue of bubbles and I realized I had little time left. I no longer knew which way to go, which way was death and which was survival. And suddenly I felt the cool rush of water flowing through the back of my throat and nose. I was relieved, but not for long. I could no longer hear the grumble of natures rivers, slowly my sight and consciousness started to slip away and I was enveloped by the darkness below.
As my eyes began to close, life dimming all around me. The cold numbing claws of death began to pull what little air I had left out of my collapsing lungs. Panic made my arms and legs frantically begin spasming. Sunlight glinted off the surface of the chilling incident. If only I had more time to live...





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