Preface
You can't run from something you're afraid of. That's what I've learn anyway. Because it just keeps on following you wherever you go.
That's what I'm thinking as I float in the ice cold waters, slowly sinking, slowly running out of air. But even as I sink the water slowly becomes warmer. Dyeing doesn't seem that bad now. At least it doesn't hurt.
I guess I should have known it was him. My past always seems to come back to me over and over again to bite me. I just wish I had time to tell everyone that I love them and that I'll be happy, wherever I'm going. Because dyeing in the place of someone that I love seems like the best way to go.
And high above, a voice seems to shatter through my cocoon of water, pulling me back to my senses. A boy screaming my name.
