The car sinks deeper and deeper into the lake's bottom. Pressing my hands against the back windscreen, hoping to force it out, but no success. I swim through the car full of water to the driver's seat, punching the glass till it breaks, yet still no success. The pressure of the water starts to fill up my lungs, collapsing on them. Fighting for my life, I continue to punch the glass till my knuckles bruise and bleed, feeling my life slowly fade away at every punch I make.
Finally, with a loud impact, the car reaches the lake's bottom, and my death feels so close that I can almost feel its touch. Seeing that all my efforts are leading up to nothing, I eventually give up, letting myself go and float aimlessly in the car. I close my eyes, waiting for my death to arrive, and the darkness I see feels strangely comforting. As my whole life begins to flash in front of my eyes, memories of my brother start to resurface. It's just too bad that they are only happening now when I'm faced with the impending inevitability of death. But as I stop drifting off into my memories and edge closer to my demise, a single picture of my brother's face stays frozen in the flashes.
He stares me down, opens his mouth, and in a great voice says, "NOT YET."
Suddenly, my eyes shoot open again, filled with a newfound determination to live. I start swimming back to the window, kicking the door with all my might in the hopes that the weak window will finally drop down. Each kick becomes harder than the last, and I am in awe of the strength I have found within myself to keep fighting for my life. I keep kicking at the door, relentless. And finally, the window drops down, not much, but enough for me to stick my hands through and force the rest of it down. I swim through the open window, looking up at the far surface of the water, desperately swimming upwards to reach the life-giving air I so desperately need. With what little strength I have left, I continue to swim, pushing myself further and further until...
Finally, I gasp. I've made it to the surface, and the air has never tasted so sweet. I swim towards the shore, pulling myself onto the bare ground and collapsing on my back. Taking a few more breaths of life, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for being alive. But amidst this moment of relief, I sense a shadowy presence nearby. Lifting my head up, I see a mysterious figure in the distance, a man dressed in all black, his face concealed by his hoodie. A sense of familiarity washes over me as I come face to face with this enigmatic figure. "It's you," I say aloud, my voice filled with both recognition and fear. "You're the thing that has been tormenting me for the past couple of days.
You must be some kind of demon, a manifestation of my deepest fears." My words hang in the air, but the figure remains silent, its gaze fixed upon me. I clench my fist, assuming a stance of readiness and determination, preparing to confront this entity head-on. With a resounding cry, I declare, "Enough of this!" and charge towards the figure with all the strength and courage I can muster.
In response, the figure also rushes towards me, and as we draw closer to each other, everything around us dissolves into a blinding light, leaving us both suspended in an unknown realm of uncertainty.
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Drown
Misterio / SuspensoAlex Pat, a man with a deep and haunting tragic memory from his childhood spent by the lake, now finds that the spectre of his past has seemingly materialized into an unnerving and unsettling presence that relentlessly shadows his every move, as if...
