Heart and Torture

I'm so cold.
Water starts to seep through the cracks of my wooden prison.
I'm going to die here.
The water rises up to my knees, soaking my jeans with the cold, dark, water.
If only I did something differently then maybe I wouldn't be here.
My jacket tries to keep out the cold liquid but fails to keep back so much water.
This is it.
I take in the deepest breath I can right before the water covers my head.
I hope someone will find my body so I won't be stuck in this horrible place for eternity.
I close my eyes and try to hold all the air in my lungs.
I'm so sorry.
My coffin continues to sink deeper into the cold depths of whatever lake or river he threw me into.
They will get you Gamekeeper, they will.
Everything is numb, I can't move anything. My mouth opens on its own and all the air bubbles out.
I know no one will be able to find me, no one has ever found his victims till it's too late. Good-bye everyone. I'll be watching over all of you. I guess I was wrong Jess, I will be joining you.
I don't feel as my coffin hits the bottom of where I was thrown into, I am already too far gone.