On Thin Ice

There was saliva in my mouth from my panic. I tasted it. It tasted like that last, perfect meal before everything went out of control. All I could smell was smoke. I felt my heart, it beat quicker and quicker with every second that passed. I knew we wouldn't make it out of here, but he kept on yelling, screaming for help. I am scared. Scared of the end. The pain grows worse still. My grip loosens. I feel myself slipping away. As my blurry, tear-filled eyes seal shut, I see him yelling for someone, no, at someone. Someone was coming, he looked away, then down at me. Through my blurry vision and tear-filled eyes, I see the panic on his face turn to pure hysteria. I hit the ground, the last thing I see before my eyes shut, was him, and another face. They stare down at me, horrified as they yell back and forth. But I could no longer hear. Then all went black.