Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 79

My body ached, and my brain was fuzzy, but I struggled, only to find myself in water. I couldn’t
move forwards, seawater crashing on my face, and causing me to cough and splutter. Then, I recalled what
had happened. I kicked and I kicked, with hope that I could find land, but all I saw was an endless stretch of
nothing. My arms flailed on the surface, desperately groping for something to hold, head pounding with an
electric pain. I felt my body go weak and sank. It was all too much, and I just wanted to give up…
No, you can’t . A voice in my head told me. You have to survive .
Survive? I thought.
Yes.
And so with a painful effort, I broke through the surface and started thrashing again.