Loathe

She stood across from him, her eyes pleading for him to not step backwards. All he did was close his eyes, and listen to the wind whistling within his ears. Within a moment's notice, he fell backwards. This is what he had hoped for. He tried to fit in, but it never worked, because all they did was LOATHE him. It was all over, and all gone. There was no going back. His back hit the water like a rocket, and he felt the water like needles against his bare back. Is this how it felt? How it felt to die? He had his eyes closed the hold time, and his lungs screamed for oxygen, but he could not take a breathe. Finally, the light faded from him, and he became unconscious, right after he felt arms grab ahold of him and tug him upwards.