Drowning Thumbs Up Novels & Stories

Now, I couldn't breathe through my mouth. The water slowly rose until I couldn't stay above anymore, I took a huge gulp of air through my nose as I let the water rise but I didn't give up on the cuff which soon gave in. I swam to the top, ripping off my gag and taking a deep breath but now I had to deal with the hatch. Giving it a few pulls with my right arm wasn't helping but my left had a broken thumb. It wouldn't be useful.

For once, I wasn’t just fighting for my own dignity, but for that of all of the Untouchables—students who had suffered because of the twins’ cruel humor. “Ready?” the same boy from before said, crouching by the edge of the pool. “Whoever holds their breath the longest wins. If you surface, you lose. On the count of three… Three… Two… One!” I inhaled as deeply as I could, filling my belly and lungs, then dunked my head below the water. The sounds of shouts and cheers echoed even beneath the surface, although it was muffled now. I squeezed my eyes shut against the chlorine and let my body go still and limp, slowly sinking toward the bottom of the pool.

Sam's hand tightened on my neck. I was going to die. "No!" My silent scream echoed through the water. He let go of me. Relief flooded me. I surged upwards. A head appeared next to Sam, hissing something at him. Sam put his hand back around my throat, preventing me from surfacing. I was so close to air. To life. I started thrashing. My body moved like it had never moved, fighting off everything around me. Fighting the water in which I was drowning, fighting the hand that was holding me, fighting the encroaching darkness in my head which promised death.

Lucia said with a malicious smile. I couldn't follow, so I stared at her, perplexed. She explained, "Back then, I was the one who damaged my own diving mask, but I had told Raphael the day before that I'd seen you tampering with my diving gear. He said you wouldn't have done anything of the sort, that you were probably just checking, and told me not to worry. "After that, I almost drowned in that dive. From then on, he lost all faith in you and believed you had done it on purpose. Now that you're divorcing Gabe, I thought I'd let you leave with your eyes open!"

However, the onlookers, disgusted by her previous actions, simply stood by the poolside with their arms crossed, watching the spectacle unfold. Cough, cough... "Help... help me... cough... I can’t swim... ugh… save me…!" Fear and dread gripped her heart mercilessly. She flailed her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, while the looming threat of death pressed down on her. A suffocating sensation wrapped around her throat as if it were being choked. She struggled frantically, but her body soon sank beneath the water’s surface, unable to rise again. "Enough! You’ve had your fun watching. Get her out of there before she drowns!"

He hugged me tightly and kissed me, giving me artificial breaths so I could breathe again. Kim let go of the hug but his hand was still holding tightly to mine, with sign language Kim moved his fingers then pointed to the surface with the sense whether I can swim. I answered with a nod which means I can swim. Kim started to let go of my hand. Kim and I started to surface, but before we reached the surface we were blocked by a dragon blowing fire that spewed fire so we had to swim into the water. The dragon spits out its fire which makes me startled, I almost have a heart attack with the fire that burns the surface of this water. Kim who saw me silent immediately pulled my hand to take me to

Elena assured with a positive smile to which Samantha nodded reluctantly. * Adam and Scarlet were walking through the poolside area when a loud splashing sound was heard in the air. Both of them halted and yanked their head in the direction of the source of the sound and spotted someone at the deeper and the dark bluish end of the pool, struggling in the water. The person was struggling and thrashing hands violently. It appears as if the person does not know how to swim. Those hands which were the only part appearing out of the water, finally submerged in the water.

I prayed that this gamble would buy me a second chance. Debris floated everywhere in the murky floodwater, dangerous objects drifting aimlessly, just waiting to injure anyone in their path. I was lucky—every time something rushed toward me, I managed to dodge at the last second. However, a wooden plank came barreling through the current, cutting through the water like a weapon aimed straight at me. My instincts kicked in, and I dove beneath the surface, holding my breath just in time to avoid the impact. I remembered that there had been a long gash on Victoria's arm when they recovered her body. It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank

The world turned black and cold. Water roared in my ears. We rolled. Once. Twice. Ocean. Cold swallowed us. My lungs panicked. My hands reached. We were sinking. The water poured through the cracks. Bubbles everywhere. I kicked. Clawed. I opened my mouth—choked. Salt water burned my throat. My lungs screamed. His body was still on me. Heavy. Bleeding. I reached for him. His Fingers found mine. Tight grip. Shaking. And then, I heard it.

If I’m out of the ring in two minutes but not in the hospital in the next one minute, we’ll both die of poison. I can smell death so near, stinking so much I'm beginning to more than smell it. But, right now… surviving is winning, I need to focus. “Please don’t drown!” I say into Dale’s ear before pushing him in a hurry and dropping him in the water. He sinks, and I rush to jump in myself to hold on to him. Just then, a loud bang echoes in the air.