Drowning

The look on his face was sinister. Mad.

I knew what he was going to do to me

Or at least what he wanted to do to me

The mountainous waves thrusted back and forth again the tension of the boat

It was being thrown like child’s toy

Water pelted my face like bullets

I held onto the wooden beam for dear life, but the man seemed to not be affected

He came closer to me and grabbed onto my arm

I fought against him while screaming into the storm; harmonizing with the roaring thunder

Without a blink, I was plunging into the mysterious blue

Falling

I fought against the waves

I struggled against the current

Ravenous for human blood

Falling

I didn’t choke

I didn’t feel pain

I didn’t struggle for air

I just fell