It has been 309 years since I drowned. It was dark and quiet but it was lonely, I felt like everything around me had stopped but it took me a while to realize that I can't swim, I began to panic as I threw my arms around and kicking rapidly, hoping someone could see me and jump in to save me but no one came. I soon began finding it difficult to breathe, I realized that I needed oxygen to breath but there was no oxygen under water. The river I fell well more like I jumped into was deep, it was taller than me and wider than me, the water was dirty green so it was hard to see under the water. And your all guessing why would I jump into a river when I can't swim? Well, the answer was that I was...
I was...
The answer was...
that...
I was...
I-I don't remember...
Why was I at the River?
How did I get to the river?
Who was there with me?