Bliss
It was blissful to sink,
to let go, of all your previous worries,
there was comfort in knowing you were going to die.
Okay, maybe I'm lying here.
But so what? I'd rather spare you the bitter truth that everything about this sucks balls.
My lungs were just about screaming right now, my vision was fading to black, and no one was here to save me from drowning.
Just great. I thought.
The irony in this situation was strong, I had just gotten onto the swim team, and here I was, sinking to the bottom of the fucking ocean.
I was going to die, a very angry woman.
Hey, at least I might be able to control water or something cool when I'm a ghost.
If I even get to be a ghost.
I sighed internally, opened my mouth, and let the blackness carry me...
