The Drowning Year

I could feel my fingers scratching at his arms, his flesh embedding itself under my nails. His breath was thick on my face, reeking of death and anger. My lungs started to burn as water flushed out any air that remained in them. Alex's hands felt like weights on my shoulders, pushing the air from my throat. “Hopefully for you, death isn't an escape.” He muttered ruefully as he shoved my iron filled body deeper into the water. There was a tingling in my fingers and toes that slowly crawled up my limbs, placing itself in my heart. I felt my eyes flutter, the image of the starry night sky blurring into his smiling face.

Alone, Forgotten, Insane, Killed.
This was the drowning year, the year where in my death I came alive.

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