The voice was louder now, and I could almost make out words. Against my lids I could feel light shining begging me to open. Again I tried, and every time I did I let out a little more breath from the pain. I was running out of time. I couldn’t let it end like this. I needed to fight through the pain, through the despair and hopelessness, but it hurt. It hurt so much, and every time I tried it seemed I only got further from my goal. Even in the water I knew I was crying for that one little glimpse of the light that was taunting my death. I don’t believe I have ever wanted something more in my entire life.

This is from a smaller piece just over 1000 words that I wrote a while back, I’ve been going through and editing it to try and make…