I couldn't breathe.
Or think.
Or move.
I was still and unable to do anything. I knew my heart was beating, pumping and thrashing inside me. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see what was happening, but deep down I knew I was in danger. My body shutting down, one function at a time.
Not thinking straight, unable to move or do anything, I knew I nothing I did would help me and there was absolutely no point in fighting to live. Giving up was easy, I just let go. All emotions, thoughts, movements, everything stopped.
Finally excepting my fate, I cleared my mind, welcoming death with open arms. Nothing is all I felt, not one single thing. Darkness closed in my mind, waiting for everything to end. I was paralysed and feeling my pumping and hammering to allow oxygen in was suddenly all my mind could resister. My body was reacting by itself, my mind clogged and incapable of thinking. My mouth opened wide breathing in enough oxygen as my body was empty, as empty as my mind.
Not realising what was happening, one by one my body functioned on it's own. Slowly, my body reacted to whatever was happening and suddenly all I could do was try to think and try register what was going on around me. My skin was exposed to the air, sharp winds whipping my flesh. My muscles started relaxing from the stiff positions they were in and my finger and toes gain control again.
Everything was coming back, but my head was blocked. Blocked with uncertainty and confusion. My hands slowly raised up to my face, trying to feel what was wrong. My wet, cold skin made contact with my face, realising everything was there but not functioning. I laid still, waiting. I all at once heard the sound of the ocean, waking up my mind and soul.
My eyes snap open, welcoming the light.
