Fragments

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            The water hurt. It hurt so bad. But not enough to break bones, and unfortunately, not even close enough to kill. Bruises still lurk under my shirt, along my skin. It’s been a week, and they continue to paint my body with deep shades of purple and blue.

            I didn’t drown, either.

            I think maybe I wish I did.

            But I didn’t. I tried to let the water take me, but it didn’t. Oh, how it didn’t. It forced its way through my nostrils, down my throat. Even when I allowed it in it kept pushing, kept taking up every inch of my body.

            Someone had saw.

            They rescued me just as spots danced before my eyes.

            I choked and coughed on land, but not by choice. They had pushed and forced the water its way out of me. I tried to tell them to stop, tried to roll away, but my voice was gone and my body was useless.

            I didn’t die.