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.
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