Danger: Deep Water
Hello! So this is my first PLL story so hope its okay and it's good like the other amazing ones already published! The story is based around mid-Season 2, when Jason is getting close to Aria and when the other girls were warning her to keep away from him.
Prologue
They say drowning is meant to be painful, horrible, that your lungs fill up with fluid and that slowly but increasingly you struggle to breathe, that as one by one your organs begin to go into overload and that you sink and sink until you reach the bottom and that's it. No beating. No moving. Just stillness and you're gone, forever.
The current of the small river located in the woodland area of Rosewood was increasing. A storm across from the valley was brewing violently and soon the entire town of rosewood would encounter its biggest shower and weather warning had been issued to express the seriousness of the storm that it hadn't been this bad in years.
As the river felt the first droplets of water hit the river slowly as the clouds only opened their gates to allow the water down. They sinked into the water that already remained, making no difference.
As the water fell down harder, the sound as it hit the water making bangs and loud pelts against the liquid surface, the water became murky and dirty as the rocks and old items that had been thrown into the river and were left on the small layer of sand at the bottom were being tossed and turned til they reached the surface of the river. The water was mixing dangerously against itself.
In the middle of all this commotion and danger a petite teenager was stuck in the river as the rapids created by the energy the storm was bringing were created around her fragile figure and the water levels were increasing further and further up her body.
The water gushed around her body, covering her face so every droplet entered through her mouth as she tried to gasp for air, struggling against the current and power of the water. Her nose becoming increasing sore from the oxygen she was trying to allow to pump through the two small identify holes.
This was her only chance of survival. A glint of hope just as realistic as seeing a leprechaun coming out of a rainbow with a pot of gold. Her spirit was fading like the way her eyes became more glossy loosing concentration and the fight she was constituently having against the current and force of the water was wearing her out to exhaustion.
She felt a hand, smooth skin around her arm, the finger were tightly and securely around her arm. She felt her body being lead through the water, the waves hitting against her body as she was forced against the current instead of following it downstream.
As she felt the same hands around her body, move down to her waist she felt her body being lifted out of the water as the droplets began to fall from her body and clothing that was no stuck to her skin like glue. The texture of grass below her made her feel relieved, she back on land.