A burning, a lost sense of time, and darkness. I remember everything about that day, the day of the "tragic accident."
The waking up to paramedics hovering over me with astounded faces, the feeling of confusion and a cool relief as air raced back into my lungs. I was so confused but oddly calm.
I remember my friends crying and hugging me and saying that everything would be ok, but I knew it would be.
Sometimes I think they needed to be conforted more than I did, after all they were the reason I fell into the water in the first place.
I remember the push on my back, the giggles as they ran away and left me there. They must only be terrified because I was found a week later by a fisherman, still alive.
I don't blame them, they should be scared...