The cold water hit me so fast it felt like needles to my skin.
I heard yelling, but I wasn't thinking about that at the moment.
I was trying to get to shore but the current was to strong. Along with the waves pulling me down I barely could get up for air.
It kept pulling me down.
I heard a splash, then everything went dark.
I could hear someone yelling my name yet my eyes would not open.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't speak.
All I could do is lay here lifeless.
Then the bright sun made way to me as I opened my eyes.
I spit the water out gagging for air.
Then I look beside me and it's that guy.
Scar face.
He's unconscious.
I check his pulse and there's barely a heartbeat.
"Oh no."
I muttered before preforming CPR.
"Come on. Wake up!"
Every push on his chest, every single bit of air I give him. My guilty Conscience is eating me alive.
He saved me and here he is, dying.