Water.

Cold bitter water. 

I struggled to claw my way to the surface.

I called for help but only water filled my lungs.

I was sinking to cold lonely darkness.

Is this how I was going to die?

I closed my eyes, if I stopped struggling it was all calm and quiet. I just let myself drift to the bottom.

Something grabbed my arm, it yanked me to the surface. I broke the surface. I breathed in air, I choked up water.

Arms encircled me, warmth, I would never let go of it.

“It’s all right.”

                                                            I never felt safer in the arms of a murderer.