The water gains heat as I am drained of it. And it draws  and the hope I had out of me. I begin to cry into an ocean of tears, shut my eyes and let myself be drained of everything.

      I rub my legs and feel the corse rope... except it’s not. The continuous strand that was dragging me down seems to have vanished. But it can’t have. Confusion and curiosity get the best of me and -squinting- I open my eyes again. I can barely see anything. But I see the shifting of a large object just below me. I feel my legs and try to move them back and forth.
      The thing moves...I move again....so does it...but it can’t be... I have two legs... that were wrapped in thick,uneven rope...this is smooth.
      ’It CAN’T be!’ now more confused than curious.   
       Back.......Forwards.....Back....Forwards...
Back .FORWARDS. BACK!FORWARDS!
Back and forwards again and again and still the thing follows my commands.
        All the movement seems to have propelled me upwards. Pushing me into light (Well  slightly less dark than before look slowly,I tilt my neck down. Look down to see a rough piece of rope...slowly being swallowed by a smooth, pinkey-cream. My skin. My skin has grown over the rope. Or the rope has sunk into my skin. Either way, I scream. And in a rush of muffled sound and bubbles,my air is lost. Clamp my jaws together, halting the flowing of water to my lungs........My lungs......they aren’t Hurting...they aren’t clogged. I inhaled water...but I’m fine. How can I be fine? I’m closer to the surface anyway. I close my eyes and breath in. I feel normal. Well, apart from the sort of slimey feeling in my throat; I can breath. But when I do, there is a warm tickling on the side of my neck.
    My fingers reach up without instruction and rub the ragged remains of what was my throat. Clean lines were I dragged my jagged nails over and over again. Scraping the outer skin until it was burning as a way to relieve myself from the interior torment. I close my eyes, my hand still to the cuts, and breath in deeply. The world is obscured by a soft humming, with the sides of my neck wobbling and forcing out...something. One thing is now certain, i can breath underwater, and that’s not right. I breath in a normal pattern, like you might if  you’d been scared. But there were seemingly no abnormalities.
     ’What the heck?!’