As I look up to the surface and the sky above me, intense weight on my shoulders, I remember all the past things I've gone through like flipping through a captains journal. I kick around and struggle to get above water, but no progress is made on getting back up. I see the creatures moving freely in the rapid water without a care in the world, thousands and thousands swimming by the bright colored coral and plants as I slip further into the water. I no longer fight to stay afloat.
As I slip down I see one last creature above me. It's the most majestic and largest right under the surface of the violent tides. I can feel the pressure continuing to build up around me. I hope and pray for someone, something, to save me. Nothing comes. The creatures continue swimming. I'm so far down I can barely make out where I started.
My lungs ache, they're begging for air. I see no way I can possibly make it up to the top in time. I turn and look down into the abyss below me. I forget all I've made it through up to this point. I want to go back to the way it was on the ship, but no person can save me now.
By now I have made my final decision. If a light has not come now, it will not ever come. I take one look back up to the sky as I continue being ripped deeper and deeper into the dark pit. "It's not worth it" I tell myself.
I release all the air I have, the bubbles going up towards the surface, my lungs force me to gasp for air before everything goes black.
