The water is so cold it’s like a million sharp icicles stabbing into my skin. The world around me swirls as I struggle to get out of the relentless currents. I surrender to the torrents of water. I imagine how easy it would be to get lost in the currents and just fade away, it would be an easy death. I hear my heart pounding out of my chest and I feel my foot crash into a sharp rigid rock. I try to cry out but instead water fills my lungs, and it feels like fire burning me alive. My life flashes before my eyes like a slideshow, I see my friends and family and suddenly I get a rush of adrenaline. I fight to survive, and my head breaks the surface. I gasp in a breath of air after I’m done coughing up water but then I’m sucked back into the current and back under the surface. It’s almost like death has come to get me in the form of a rapid river in the mountains. My vision is getting fuzzy and my lungs feel as if I’m suffocating, because I am. I put my hand above the surface one last time as a final effort to save myself but it was too late. My vision finally dissipated and then went black. I saw my friend standing infront of me and that’s when I knew I was dead, because she had been for over a year. I was finally at peace.