"Cold water filled my lungs and blood pounded behind my eyes. I shoved with my arms and legs but I could find no leverage, for all I knew I was just dragging myself further down ... Submerged with water swirling around me, crushing me. I wanted to cry out for help, but this time, nobody would come running." _________________________________________ After his best friend dies in front of his own eyes, Shawn Anderson drowns in his own thoughts. "Was it my fault?" "I should have saved her." "It should have been me." Even after months, Shawn can't erase the feeling of being guilty of what happened the night of June 13th. Will he be able to escape the anguish of grief, or will he be crushed by the pain?