Drowning is never pleasant. For some it seems like the only way to die. To others it's a great fear. To many it is just an occurrence. Seeing someone you care about or have never met before is just as unpleasant.

The worst part is knowing you could have helped him or her. The guilt, anger, and curiosity is enough to kill you alone. But in the end you know it's pointless to remember the past and wonder if it could have been different. What's happened has happened and no amount of thinking or wishing could change the past. The person is gone, you know the person's gone but you don't accept it.

Everyone accepts death differently. Death inspires madness, insanity, and depression in some. While in others it's just accepted and dealt with. Other people pretend the person's still there. With that said I present you with this story of sorrow, anger, and more…