Drowning

He pushed me to the hard ground as the other two held my arms down. I squirmed as their grip tightened and stopped the blood circulation. He got the thick chain attached to a weight and pad lock from the corner of the room then knelt down my feet. He grabbed my feet and roughly wrapped the chain round my feet as tight as it would go. It was cold and dug into my ankles were I had tripped and slashed myself earlier. He placed the padlock on, keeping the chain from coming off and released my feet as they hit the ground. The other two then pulled up my limp body and dragged me over to the river side, where he was standing. He grabbed my bad arm and turned me so I faced him, my back to the river.” My feet were just of the edge of the dock and I could feel the ledge edge press into my feet.
My breath quickened as he placed the knife behind my back so it would dig into me. I glanced around trying to find a glimpse of hope but it was nowhere to be seen. I looked back into his face and saw there was no kindness in his eyes.
“Say hi to your dad for me”, he spat in his harsh voice. “He pushed me and I fell into the river, my eyes never leaving his”
Then it hit me, the ice cold water. It felt like a thousand pins were pricking me as I sunk. I tried to reach up and swim to the top, but the weight they had attached to my legs was too heavy. I watched the surface of the water got further and further away. My body was being pulled, pulled down into the dark and gloomy bottom. I clawed the water to try and slow the fall, but it didn’t help. I was going to die. The burning in my chest was getting unbearable as I longed for a fresh breath of air.
I glanced down and saw the weight hit the bottom. My body followed as I lay on the bottom of the river. I took the lock they had placed on my ankle into my hands. There was no point trying to undo it, and the chain was thick and heavy. I scanned around looking for a last resort, and saw a sharp rock next to me. It was worth a shot. I picked it up and started to hack away at the chain but knew nothing would happen. I kept on going till all of my energy had left me and my motions slowed down. I wanted to call for help, but I knew no one would hear my scream. I was crying but the water washed the tears away. Then the burning in my chest had turned to a raging fire, and my arms reached for my throat. I curled into a ball and it lessened the pain. It hurt as much as burning in a fire, like being stabbed by a knife fifty times, like… drowning. I then took a breath and everything went black as I felt myself losing my body as it moved to the motions of the water. They had won, and I’d let them.1