Arms pinwheeling I plunge feet first into the blackness. The rip tide pulls at my body sucking me under. The ice cold water closes around my head. I try to swim, the current pulls me in opposite directions. I’m thrown around like a shirt in a washing machine.
My lungs afire, ears ringing, my limbs weak, it’s a battle I can’t win. I stop fighting and accept the inevitable. My body sinks to the seabed.
I didn’t think it would be like this.
I open my eyes for what I think will be the last time...