He tried to get rid of me, throw me in the lake like a piece of trash. He didn’t think I would be able to make it up in time to surivie, but I did. I can feel the dirt under my hands as a drag my weighed down body up. The ciderblock chained to my ankle trying to drag me back down. I will get revenge, he will regret ever trying to kill me. In a fit of rage during a fight he hit me over the head with a glass. Next thing I know I’m being weighted down sinking in the lake. It took every bit of strength in me to pull myself up but I did it, now all I have to is find him.