Prologue
Prologue
Death.
Something I didn't think about every day. How I would die? That's something I thought of even less. Being a young athletic girl one would think, "She'll live to a ripe old age and die from just that…age."
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought of dying by drowning. I was a lifeguard, a person who saves others from situations like this, but surely not die from it. But ironically there I was, being pulled down into the dark nothingness. I had only one breath-one I had taken before being pulled under-with which to free myself. I kicked wildly as my lungs burned in pain, burned for oxygen.
My killer–eyes wide and frightening- grinned as he saw my struggling slow and my strength weakening. The grin grew more brilliant and wide across his sinister face. Nothing went through me except for one feeling and thought as I continued to struggle for my life.
First, was an excessive amount of fear.
Second, I was going to die.
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