It felt as though a blanket surrounded me, a soft, silky blanket that wrapped around every inch of my skin. I could see sunlight illuminating the space around me, casting a spectacular glow and warming me simultaneously. My head was void of extra thoughts; my petty worries did not trouble my every second. I would consider this time peaceful. I would consider myself calm. I would consider all things were for once okay in my world if it were not for the fact that I could not breathe. My lungs burned as though an inferno ran rampant through them. I could almost imagine the flames licking at my tissue, charring the soft pink of my inside. I wanted to open my mouth. I wanted to relieve myself of this burn and to suck in the one thing that could …show more content…
I found it funny that water was the one thing others on Earth needed to survive, but here and now, water was my worst enemy, the bane of my whole existence. It surrounded me. It smothered me. Water-or my soft, silky blanket- was the instrument of my demise. I kicked at it. I kicked with my legs, though they felt like anvils attached to my body, to try and escape the liquid’s choking embrace. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, but I was getting nowhere. A sinking feeling settled itself within me, as the light began to disappear. I could see the illumination grow smaller and yet even smaller. My diminutive hand reached out, attempting to grasp the receding bright rays, but they were a galaxy …show more content…
I was not ready to die, to leave the world I had barely met. I knew I was too young. At just nine years, death was never on my horizon. I had too much to do to even consider what would happen when I was gone, but death was right before me now, and I was scared. I was scared to leave the world and face what happened next. Sure I believed in heaven, but no matter my trust in paradise, death would not cease to frighten.
The primal part of me, the part that just wants to keep on living, decided to finally kick in. I guess fear managed to draw out the beast within. The beast possessed my legs and kicked. The beast kicked as though she was trying to imitate the graceful strokes of those swimmers on TV. My eyes shut, as I reached higher and higher above. My hand broke the surface; I could feel cool air running through my fingers and my lungs were almost jealous. With one final kick, the beast receded and the minuscule amount of air I was hanging on to could no longer sustain me. I was sinking again until I