OBSIDIAN WATERS (PROGRESS DIED 3 YEARS AGO) BUT 1ST CHAPPY CAN BE A SHORT PIECE?

BEGINNING OR END? Sink or swim?

Moaning in pain, I clung to the rusty rung of the ladder. Cramps crawled all over me, paralyzing me. I let go. I fell.... There was a nauseating WOOSH sound as my helpless body fell. Stupid Sam. My eyes widened and my mouth hung agape. I felt a stabbing, piercing thought drill itself through my cranium, into my mind. Well, if it WAS possible but I could just SWEAR it was possible in those long yet quick moments passing by. Hey. Maybe it is true. Your life DOES flash before your eyes before you die. At least, so they say. Maybe I am about to die. I groped for something to try to evade this dastardly destiny, ANYTHING! But I couldn't move. My efforts were futile. Falling falling falling.... Falling. In my last moments I closed my eyes. Why hadn't I reached ground yet? Was Life torturing me with a slowly anticipated death? I didn't know which was worse: dying a death from a high drop and splatting on the ground like yesterday's garbage, or just falling for all eternity. Goodbye..I give up....I GIVE UP!!!! CRASH! CRACK! An excruciating pain burned throughout inside me, the fire growing intense in my arms and through my head. 'Why wasn't I dead?' I pondered warily. My eyes swept to my feet, a pool of festering water ebbing and swirling away sickeningly. Hypnotically. Paranoid, I thrashed around in the water: 'Was this some sort of sick elaborate joke conjured up by some people who took the term 'prank' too far?' I looked around cautiously. It was silent. Too silent. Way way way way way way way way WAY too silent even for someone like me. So there I lay: in the deafening silence, in the blinding darkness, while the cruel coldness of the situation overwhelmed me. A silhouette appeared - no, a shadow -, a dark shadow dancing jeeringly. It was taunting me. A slim, wide smile smirking at me. Hurling snarky, snide abuse at me. I whimpered. It's your fault. Your fault. Your fault. I did the only thing that I did when I was I was alone in helpless situations. I covered my head with my hands and curled up into a rocking ball. Suddenly an arm of slimy seaweed grabbed my arm! I was dragged down into the deep, dark depths of the murky ebbing and swirling water, along with my hopes. I lashed out in a cry a frustration and fury. I hate you. It's not fair. IT'S NOT FAIR! I HATE YOU! DAMN YOU TO HELL! All was hopeless. This is hopeless. This life is hopeless. I'm hopeless. Yes. Hopeless. The word lingered there, leaving me for an empty shell. A lost case. Fallinghopelessfallinghopeless fallinghopelessfallingfallingyour faultfallingfallingfalling..... A laughing silhouette- no, shadow- danced. It took my hand. Is this Death? I wanted to reject it. The shadow dragged me even deeper. This was it. The end for me... If I never met those people; if I never had my fall; if I never stepped foot in this....HELL!-I wouldn't be stuck in this wretched hellhole. No. Too late. My fate was damned here. Not that I had one anyways.. Never play. With Obsidian Waters....................