I always thought I would die trying doing something reckless and stupid, I kind of new it actually...I just didn't think it would happen quite like this.
I slipped further and further yet beneath the surface, the water was cold...merciless...relentless. Suffocating.
I thought about it.
About my family--a mother who'd already lost her husband and a little sister just shy of 6 years.
About my friends--Mandy, (she was an odd one alright, claimed I was the only one who cared for her) Hidie, Beth, and Lara (she helped me embark on my reckless missions).
About my boyfriend, pretty sure on 3 month anniversary is tomorrow.
Indeed I thought about them, how selfish I am to leave them behind. A mother missing a daughter, a sister with no one to look up to. What was I thinking.
But then I thought of him...his charming, warm smile. Beckoning me into his arms. My dad was waiting for me. It couldn't be to selfish to join him, right? The thought was happy and I tried to cling to the shard of optimism, but it was quickly drown out by what I could swear were my sister's screams when they pulled my body out of...