Trigger Warning: Graphic Depictions of Drowning
*George POV*
The sun. The sun is bright. Why is there sun?
I coughed, water spewing out of my mouth, then I tried to breathe and found that I was under the stuff.
Well isn't that awfully inconvenient?
I tried to swim up, but the water pulled me back down as soon as I tried, and that's when I started to panic. Why am I even here? Did I jump off? No, why would I jump? Was I pushed? I twisted in the water, seeing a large rock and barely avoiding it. There was something yellow in the water with me, and my memory started to come back even with the lack of oxygen.
Clay. Clay... CLAY!
I kicked up as hard as I could, expelling as much water from my lungs as physically possible. When I finally got up to the top, I coughed a lot and saw the bridge, it was scarily far away. I could barely see my car, my home. My ankle hit something and I twisted again, crying out in pain. My head went back under and I fought to get back on top of the current, only barely succeeding in doing so. I frantically searched for Clay.
The current pulled me back under and I stopped resisting, I felt really tired already.
The water blurred my vision, but the yellow mass in front of me could possibly be reached, and I knew that for a fact. I propelled myself forward, which was much easier than fighting the current and tried to grab hold of something, anything that was on the boy. After a few attempts, I got his hood.
I'll take it.
I tried once more to kick up to the surface of the water, but the combined weight of myself and Clay was far too much and all I managed to do was exhaust myself in the process. I coughed involuntarily and lost most of my air. It was so cold, it felt like it was chaining me down to the bottom of the river.
I'm going to die. I couldn't save him, I'm going to die.
My eyes closed.
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The Citizen Soldier (DNF)
Fanfic!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way...
