Help I Am Drowning Novels & Stories

I could feel the pent up breath I had taken disappearing from my lungs and soon I was struggling, fighting against the harsh reality that I was drowning. No, I do not want to die… help, somebody, please help me; my head screamed as I struggled in the water, fighting desperately to live. I wanted to live, I realized. I wanted to see my sister and take my revenge and be anything but dead. The water soon overcame me, rendering my mind mush as I began sinking to the bottom of the pool. I was sure I was dead when I opened my eyes, coughing up water and struggling to breathe “I want to live… I want to live” I muttered continuously.

My torn dress immediately became a death trap, the heavy, waterlogged fabric wrapping around my legs like chains, ans pulling me deeper. I kicked frantically, managed to break the surface for just a second. Long enough to gasp "Help!" before I went under again. This time I couldn't find the surface. I kicked harder as my hands clawed at the water uselessly. The dress kept tangling around my legs no matter how I fought. I can't swim. I'm going to drown. My chest was burning now, a fire spreading through my lungs and through the water, I could see the pool lights, distorted and wavering.

I am pushed under again and kick hard, clawing at the water above me. Nobody is coming. Nobody knows I am here. The water comes up over my mouth again, and this time I do not have enough air in my lungs to stay above the surface. Is this how I die? By drowning in the ocean?

” I kept shouting and howling but no one seemed to be around and it’s already late at night. At Least I will die with a full stomach I thought because I am already giving up. I have been trying to save myself but it feels like I keep getting deeper , my entire body is covered with water. There is water entering my eyes and ears and I can already feel the taste of the swimming pool chlorine in my mouth. *Splash Splash Splash* “Help me! Someone should please help me! I can't die and leave my brother alone in this wicked world !” I kept shouting It feels like I am fighting a battle, I tried to spread my hands and splash my legs around the water but the weight of the water kept drowning me and m

I'm drowning. I can't breathe and cant get a grip on anything. I'm struggling to swim my way back to the top and my body is ready to give up at any moment. No one is helping me and that's the frustrating part. I keep calling out for help yet my words are drowned out by the water I swallow. My body feels heavy yet I push through that, using all my strength to try pull myself back up and for my face to be out of the water.

It was uncomfortable and before I knew it "Ahhh!"I screamed when I slipped on my own two feet and ended up falling back and into the pool. I landed "h...help me...help...I'm drowning!"I shouted for help while trying to flutter my arms and legs as if swimming but I was being driven to the bottom by an invisible hand

And I was looking into his eyes, which I fall into,for they are my ruin and if only I knew, my salvation. I am drowning in water. The liquid is thick and cold, and I can feel it pressing against my skin, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I can feel it in my bloodstream, seeping through my veins like poison. My arms and legs are heavy, and I can’t seem to move them. I try to take a breath, but instead, I just swallow more water. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I know I am running out of time.

Only, I know it’s no use, causing me to wrap my arms around his middle instead, fighting to stay afloat as I uphold his weight. I need to get him out of the water, make him open his eyes and confirm he’s okay. But it’s difficult to move while supporting him. He’s taller, denser from all the muscle. But I’m determined as hell not to let this man die. No matter what happened in the past - he doesn’t deserve to drown. Horror hits me again. Was that his plan? Was he trying to drown? Limbs screaming and air struggling in my lungs, I grit my teeth as I begin to use my free arm to paddle, my legs wildly kicking. I’m slow, but I still manage to move us, the bank growing closer and closer.

It terrified me, and with good reason. Drowning is a horrific way to go out. Well, it is if you're conscious. This was something I knew from experience. The cold and desperate feeling as water invades your nose and mouth. The impossible attempt to stay calm and hold your dwindling breath. The pain of lungs utterly depleted of oxygen.

The vow escaped my lips, tinged with conviction as I closed my eyes. As darkness enveloped me, I felt the sensation of drowning, a force pushing me down into frigid depths, suppressing my escape. Voices echoed my name, growing louder. ‘Happy birthday, Sia.’ my father’s voice called from the surface. I fought against the weight, striving to reach him, but the grip around my ankle was relentless. ‘Dad!’ I choked, bubbles escaping my mouth as water rushed in. Desperately, I struggled against the invisible hold, but it only tightened. The familiar voice faded, replaced by a gunshot that jolted me with fear. I tried to scream, but my voice was stifled, submerged beneath the surface. Suddenly, the