A Sorceress From the Future

I couldn’t breathe. I could feel his hand on the nape of my neck. Pressing, gripping, tightening. My arms had been surged with unfathomable energy as they flailed wildly and splashed the mass of water aggressively. But all that had occurred a while back. Now my little soldiers simply laid limply by my side, devoid of strength, defeated. My legs were swiftly numbing, my back turning into a block of ice. I could hear something. A strangling sound, no, a giddy sound. My assailant was happy; he was winning the fight. I was dying. It is ironic though, how the very thing that gives life can also take it away so easily. Breathe. It was a command. Well I guess if you really want to delve into the nitty gritty bits of it, my brain cells would probably weave a response like; No, it’s a necessity. Yet as I tried to gulp for air beneath the barrel of bone chilling water, the same brain cells were bellowing a different kind of message; Just let go Nina. I have always had a mantra since childhood. You see I believed that no one could take anything from you unless you wanted them to. Yet, there it was again, that pesky little voice in my subconscious shrieking; Just let go Nina! Perhaps it was right, perhaps it was my time and instead of brawling with my own thoughts, I should just make peace with my demons and let go. My death would indeed be a sad encounter, but not as sad as the fact that I had absolutely no good memory to reminisce about as I faded into the light. Currently my feet felt like jelly, my whole body was starting to give out. The grip around my neck was starting to feel weak, almost like it belonged to a phantom. Nonexistent. That was a clear sign, this was it, my end.