The shadowed windows mock me. The wind ruffles my hair.
The current drags me in as I rake my fingers through the grass, trying to hold on for dear life.
Cold water digs into my skin. Slimy fingers tickle my feet.
No one can hear my cries and screams for help. It's pointless.
The black lake enters my body and chokes my words. Swallowing mouthfuls of disgusting tar, I am dragged under.
Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.
