Riley's Farewell

My name is Riley Owens. I just fell off a boat and into the Atlantic Ocean because a woman with tentacles protruding from her...everywhere, just hurled a giant metal pole through my chest at what seemed like the speed of light, while drowning my best friend with another tentacle so I'll give her points for being a showman about it.

Now, floating down into the cold water, the last thing I’m forced to look at is the Sun. With only, it's beams of light to keep me company in the water, besides the shouting and screaming up above the surface.

Have you ever drowned? It's happened to me twice now, and it takes about 3-5 minutes until actual death, but I've never experienced it past a minute.

Drowning is...not that bad. In fact, once you get past the whole "Help me, lungs!" stage in the first minute or two while you breathe in water, it’s pretty peaceful.

Your life really does flash before your eyes, all while the overpowering sensation of warmth washes over you, like being wrapped up in a blanket when it just came out of the dryer.

That is if you’re not being impaled. See, when that happens, you don’t get that warmth for too long. Next, you get cold. Next, you feel the warmth seep out of your body, and that's when you fight. You cling onto life because it's being ripped out of you, slowly. You can see the images of your life fade away.

You don't exactly forget your friends and family, but you... release them. You tell them it'll be okay, for their sake. Their grip on your soul, pulling you from the abyss is gone. Now I can feel the blood start to escape my wound. That explains the cold.

Not to mention this pole jutting out of my fuckin' chest, I forgot about that. If you haven’t been impaled yet, it feels as if your ribcage suddenly becomes 20 pounds heavier, and every square millimeter grew spikes.

Clutching the pole is much like grazing a cut, it’s numb but you feel the blunt pain. With my final bit of excess energy, I rip the pole out of my chest andwatch the sun be blotted out by a dark, red cloud emanating from my chest. I can feel and hear the water rushing inside my chest, filling up the rest of my lungs and organs all the while my head feels like it’s about to explode. I feel so heavy.

Everything is getting dark, and I can taste my headache now. I’m not sure how much time has passed, or if I’ll die, but I know I won’t be able to talk much more. I don’t know you, or why you’re listening to me talk about this, but thank you for being here with me.