Is Drowning Painful Novels & Stories

A metallic taste beginning to form within my mouth until suddenly darkness takes over and I black out under the intense pain raining down and around my body. By the time I awaken, I instantly feel my lungs begin to burn for air as if someone or something was trying to suffocate me. My eyes quick to snap open only to notice that my head was submerged in water. My body accidentally inhaling the water, as I try to force my head up and out, a firm hand now against the back of it, a hand keeping me in place without much effort as I continue to struggle within my spot. NO. This was NOT how I planned to die. Not here, not now, not ever.

That's what I wanted. I got my head out of the water and gasped.. My head felt dizzy from lack of oxygen.. I swamped towards the edge and held the railing to get up.. I saw on the last step but my hand slipped and before I knew, my head hit the concrete and I hissed.. I felt something warm dripping.. Touching my forehead, I saw red.. The previous dizziness intensified and I feet slipped and I fell back in the water.. The cold numbed the pain and I felt myself getting numb as well.. I can't die... Save me...

His eyes were full of a terrible, quiet grief. "The drowning... it was too long, Marie. The oxygen deprivation was total. When you hit the water, your body goes into shock, and the cub’s heart... it couldn't sustain the trauma." I shook my head, my hands clutching my stomach as if I could squeeze the life back into the stillness within me. "No. No, I felt him kick. I felt him right before I woke up. You’re wrong." I have no idea if I am merely trying to convince myself or let Dr Aris know the truth.

His tattooed hand brushed across my cheek and gripped my hair. "Void, please... Please." But my pleas were ignored as he inched my face toward the surface of the water. I was so close I could feel the cold breathing against my skin. I let out a sound that was neither word nor scream. Just raw, soul-deep terror. Fuck. "Did you know, Rali," his voice rasped close to my ear, "most people don't actually die from drowning. Not at first."

Once my head crashed against the water surface, I entered a state of bewilderment. I couldn't breathe. The water was cold, and I nearly panicked, sinking deeper and deeper. My mind restarted only after I saw Aren reaching out to grab my arm. He pulled me up, leading my hands to the rim of the pool. As I surfaced, I formed the strongest grip I could, and I started coughing up water. I was nowhere near drowning, but I wouldn't call staying in that freezing water a pleasant experience…

I thought I’d suddenly been tossed into the sea, I thought I was drowning. I struggled to come out of that pool of water, I threw my hands in the air, trying to swim out of it. Then I felt something worse than drowning, I felt a searing pain in my wrist that made me scream out in pain. I jumped up immediately and saw myself lying on Keith's bed, soaked to my skin with sweat and water mixed together.

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.

Ahh maybe he's just playing with me. I laugh it off and go towards the pool back of our house. Thinking of taking a dip I jump in the water. I went in deep holding my breath, and relaxed knowing that this time was limited. It is really peaceful. Suddenly I'm pulled out of the water. What the? "Are you crazy? Now you go to the limit of actually drowning yourself?" Blake shouted. Wait, Blake? "You- here? Wait. Drowning?" I ask, confused. "Yes. Drowning. When a person struggles to breath and is suffering, having a near death experience. That's called Drowning!" He replied. Now that I notice he is drenched in water.

ATHENA I've read so many articles about drowning, but no one has ever given it justice. No one ever explained what it really feels like. They wrote about the silence, the stillness—but not the agony. No one warned us how the cold water would punch the air from your lungs the second you hit the surface. The first thought that comes to my mind is that i can't swim. I open my mouth to scream, but all I taste is water. Panic explodes in my chest. I thrash wildly—arms flailing, legs kicking—but the dress clings to my skin like a vice, dragging me down. My hair fans out around me, floating like a dark halo as I sink deeper.

My dad came to my rescue, jumping in and cutting through the line with his fishing knife, and pulled me back up to the surface, coughing and spluttering. I still remember hitting that water and having the wind knocked right out of me, and then that crushing feeling of being submerged, and running out of oxygen. The water flowed down my throat, setting my lungs on fire, and my head felt fit to burst. I had a taste of what it felt like to drown that day, and now I'm standing here with my forehead pressed against the glass, unable to strip my eyes away from the operating table. My heart and soul was lying there, fighting for her life, and I revisited that horrific feeling of burning, breaking,