3 June 2012
I was pushing myself, determined to win my final race. My arms ached from pulling my self through the water, my legs felt weak from propelling my body towards the l finish line of the open water race. The girl from Smiths High was swimming right by my side, there would be millimetres between us crossing the line. My lungs were burning with the need to breathe. I tried to lift my head but instead I was dragged deeper into the water. My legs and fingers were numb. My vision darkened... There was a painful throbbing in the back of my head. Desperate to breathe, I opened my mouth. Water flooded in. I gulped it down my throat trying to swallow it. My mind was beginning to go all fuzzy. I slowly drifted down into the deep depths, no strength left to struggle. I didn't feel scared anymore, just calm and peaceful. Was I drowning? Was this it? Was I dead?
I woke in the hospital. Everything hurt. I was told that someone had sabotaged the race, I was hit on the head with a rock, I had almost drowned, but I managed to hold my breath and the knock to the head had left me eventually unconscious. I was pulled out and rushed to hospital, where I have been unconscious for 3 days. I felt so tired, I didn't want to listen to anything anyone was saying. I didn't care who had been to visit me. I wanted to win that race, I pushed myself to win that race, and I ended up nearly drowning. Is that what you get for fighting for what you want?
Drowning • Opuss № I