Hurt

I open my eyes, to only see the riffles of the water above me. The calm blue was interrupted by a red cloud. I had been shot. I had been shot by running away from my kidnapper and rapist. All I wanted was a nice and relaxing weekend getaway at my lakeside cabin but now it just looks like all I'm getting is a trip to the Emergency Room if I get saved. I'm now floating, running out of breath, hoping he wasn't still standing on the bank with his loaded gun in hand. He had shot me in the shoulder as I was using my swim skills to swim around the bend. I knew the lake like the back of my hand. Swimming back to my cabin was the only word for 'safety'. But I couldn't go anywhere now, I was almost out of air and in too much pain to move. I looked death in the eye.