F.L.A.S.H
I couldn't see him through the red waves that had claimed the spot he had fallen into.
Sudden memories flashed into my mind, memories of blood and death. I hated the sight of blood and I realized then I was having a panic attack.
“He’s dying," I whispered to myself.
Get in! save him! My mind screeched to my frozen joints.
Closing my eyes I regulated my breathing, throwing off my jersey and knowing if I thought it over I wouldn’t do it and so, I blindly dived in, trying to see through all the red, but trying not to think about it too much, think about swimming in blood.
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