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This darkness is strangely comforting. I can focus on the darkness. Nothing else matters. I can pretend there is air filling my lungs. My poor lungs, so sore from gasping at air. Air so close, but just above my head. The water filling my lungs is painful. But now I can focus on the darkness behind my lids.
I've stopped gasping for wisps of air. My mind is slipping in and out of consciousness. I love those moments of unconsciousness. I feel nothing. I know nothing. I can't do anything about this pain. The darkness is surrounding me. I can't take it. I force my eyes to open. The darkness won't leave. I can see nothing. I try to move my hand in front of my face. It takes some effort. I finally move my sluggish and watered down hands. I keep my eyes opened, searching frantically for my hand. I know its there, why can't I see it?
Then I realize. I can't see anything because I'm sinking below the surface. To where it's dark. I thought humans could float. I guess we can't float when the only thing filling our body is water. I close my eyes, seeking the once comforting darkness. The serenity does not come. I rack my mind for the reason. After agonizing moments of pushing my way through the haze, I find nothing. I know that death must come upon me soon. As much as I've always dreaded my final encounter with Death, I'm quite looking forward to it now. I don't know why im still alive now. Shouldn't this lack of oxygen have killed me what seems like hours ago?
Where is Edward? Shouldn't he be here to yell at me? I want him here. Maybe I should give up. I should find the surface, I suppose. But maybe that insane part of me knows I won't really allow myself to drown. Maybe I should push myself farther, then he'll come. Edward will come.
I can feel the tingling in my toes. It slowly works it way up to my ankle. Next my calves, knees, thighs, hips, stomach, chest, and finally neck. I realize in an instant my head is next in my slow death. The tingling stops in a flash. Never making to my head I wonder what must have happened. I start shaking violently. The cold I hadn't noticed before suddenly racking my body with long, drawn out spasms of motion. Then I feel dizzier than before. The darkness is coming at me slowly. I wonder why it is not light. This must be my moment of death. I've always wondered what it would feel like in my last moments. I had heard you see a flashback. Why can't I see my life flash before my eyes? Not that I'm complaining, why would I want a replay? I never expected to welcome death into my open arms. The darkness consumes me. I can feel the weight of my body, until it releases my soul. And everything is dark. No light filters in. This darkness is strangely comforting. Edward never came.
A/N: maybe ill do another chapter in Edward's POV. only if i get more reviews. flames are good too