I was being carried by a pair of cold arms, that were thin, and not protective like a thought a hero would be. Someone was running, and screams and shouts called for me.
"Let her go! No!" A voice screamed.
But suddenly, the light went out. My light that lit the way. I was sinking in heavy navy blue water, drowning infact. Breathing suddenly became a struggle, and I searched through nothing but complete darkness. I had been chewed and swallowed, and now I was in a bottemless pit of nothingness.
I was nothing any more, nothing mattered. My life, my friends. Nothing felt sacred to me. I was alone, being carried by someone who was running through the darkness. I never thought this would be the end of my life, and I didn't have enough time to think about it. I was dying, every second, any closer. But then, something hit me. Something terrifyingly sharp and pointy, slicing through my waist. And then that small little lightbulb of mine, went out.