Forget Me Not: A Dark Romance

Prologue

Cold.

I’m so cold.

The water threatens to drown me, tugging at my ankles and pulling me down with the car’s descent into the Mississippi River.

I fight against the strong current, reaching for the surface, though I can’t see it. It’s dark. No light breaks the surface of the rushing water overhead.

Fight. I have to fight.

My head grows dizzy, lightheaded as I fight for air. I kick my feet, swimming up as hard as I can but the current draws me back down.

I try to squint and see what surrounds me, but there’s nothing and it sends me into a panic as my heart lurches in my chest.

I’m not going to make it.

Just a little bit further.

I’m running out of energy. I can’t fight hard enough.

A sudden weightlessness overtakes my limbs and I can’t kick anymore.

I’m not going to make it.

My mouth fills with water as my lungs accept it in with a silent scream. It feels like breathing in fire, but I can’t put the fire out.

This is it.

I think of my parents. My friends. Jack. I think of Jack the most.

Where is he?

I hope he made it to the surface.

Calm spreads through my body; the sound of the water is drowned out by a delicate thrum in my ears and I can’t fight the cold anymore. It’s in my bones, my blood. My lungs.

Suffocating. Drowning.

I am drowning.