Is Drowning Painful Novels & Stories

I thrashed, clawing at anything, trying to make a sound, but only gurgles escaped me from beneath the water. “Who do you think you are to question me? Huh? Do I look like I give a damn about your feelings, you useless whore?” He pushed harder. The sharp sting of wolf’s bane seared through the water and into my skin. I had heard drowning was one of the most painful ways to die. Add wolf’s bane to it and it was worse. Much worse.

I wouldn't have to get to face Max, Fiona or my supposed parent again. I wouldn’t have to go into a deal just to make them pay. I wouldn't be forced to deal with the fact that I'd lost everyone in my life—Dad, Mom, and Max. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Besides, my legs were tired. I didn't want to walk anymore. Could I just rest here, permanently? I once read somewhere that it took about forty seconds for an adult to drown. Your lungs would fill up with water and you'd suffocate. It was an incredibly painful process. But forty seconds of pain didn't seem that long, compared to a lifetime of agony.

Every muscle and joint aches. But I could roll, let myself fall into the water channel. It wouldn't take long. Even if my own reflexes resisted death, I'd never be able to get out again. And they say death by drowning isn't too unpleasant. But that water... Suicide by drowning myself in that piss? That's no way for a man to die... Better to hold on to what dignity I have left. Time will finish the job. My breathing is laboured. Every breath rips at my throat, stabs at ribs and lungs.

Deep into the frozen water he sank, he felt a force pulling him deeper into the water, the water felt like a million bites deep into his skin, he tried to yell, his mouth opened but there was no sound coming out, he could feel himself drowning, he tried to struggle again, stretching his arms towards the only exit out of the frozen water, He tried to fight; to fight for his life, fight for all that he knew, for his future, for all the reasons he had to be alive, fight to see Viola once more; but the human body had it's limits. He felt his thoughts going elsewhere, into somewhere much more different than anything he'd felt before, it was a peace beyond compare, somehow he felt content, slowly

He shouted again, "You won't get my pity like this! I wouldn't have had to lock you in there if you hadn't tried to drown Julia. Get over here now!" He walked to the side of the pool even though the smell of decaying flesh made him want to vomit. He grabbed a mop beside the pool and hit it against the shadow of my body in the water. "Disgusting! Go clean yourself!" He hit the water hard, and my body was already bloated from how long I spent in the water. One jostle was all my body needed to float to the top. The way my body was positioned looked grotesque. Hadden staggered backward in terror, and the mop he picked up dropped to the ground with a clang.

"What about you?" He sighed. "I need time. This is too much to process." I smiled, happy that he wasn't going to completely dismiss it. "Thank you." Andre and I stood up before heading to my room. Locking the door behind me, I looked at Andre, who was putting our stuff on the floor and I groaned loudly. He flinched before looking at me curiously. "What is it?" He asked. "I felt like I was going to die," I said before giving him a hug. "That was so scary."

Swim. Panic floods my chest faster than the water does. My arms flail. My mouth opens. Water rushes in. My nose burns. My eyes sting. My vision blurs. My limbs feel heavy. The surface gets farther and farther away. I scream, but nothing comes out. Nobody moves. Nobody helps. They think I’m playing. Splashing for fun. But I’m drowning. Drowning in this stupid luxury pool with rich people sipping wine like they’re watching a show.

I gave in completely, reckless under his teasing, drowning in the pleasure we shared. Right at the peak, I saw Travis’s face up close. I jolted awake, heart hammering, drenched in cold sweat. My legs felt weak. I wanted to go downstairs and pour a drink just to steady myself. Then I heard a few careless jeers from the living room. “Some men want it so bad they’re going crazy, but because they’re afraid of scaring the woman they love, they play the saint.” One of Travis’s friends lounged on the sofa with a whiskey glass in hand, his voice lazy and dripping with mockery. “Not naming names.”

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. Pain shot through my hands as I grabbed hold. The impact was brutal. My body swung around, and a sharp splinter sliced across my face. I tasted blood as it trickled past my lips. The force of the fall ripped me away from the beam, but it had done enough—it had slowed me down, if only a little. With a final gasp, I filled my lungs with air. Then, my body hit the ocean feet first. The water slammed into me with an excruciating force. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, a sharp agony that shot through every part of me. I was swallowed by the sea.

Pain exploded through my whole body instantly. I felt myself flying. Everything around me spun violently. The sound of metal crashing filled my ears while my body hit the air hard. I couldn't even breathe properly. For a second everything went silent around me. Then cold water hit my body. I fell into water hard enough that pain shot through me again immediately. My vision blurred badly. I couldn't tell what was happening anymore. I felt myself sinking deeper. My body hurt everywhere. My head felt heavy. And the last thing I remembered before darkness started taking over was hearing distant shouting somewhere above the water while fear filled my chest completely.