They say drowning, despite a natural prolonged resistance, is actually quite a pleasurable death. The body's natural instinct against inhaling water is so strong that, through the entirety of the experience, the mind does not even acknowledge the respiratory agony, but is instead focused solely on the need to survive. There comes a critical point, however, when the body cannot sustain normal functioning without oxygen. Although possible that the victim has already passed out, this point often comes when the victim is still conscious. The intake of water is without a doubt unpleasant, but the individual simply cannot resist-it comes as a nonnegotiable order from the mind-an uncontrolled spasm. Once water enters the lungs, oxygen depletion intensifies, and the body begins to shut down, reconfiguring its normal functions in a way that utilizes the least amount of oxygen. At this point, the victim begins to lose consciousness, and a strong euphoria sets in, described as a peaceful black fading in from all sides. The mental process that occurs in such an event is astounding, often times the individual's entire life flashes through the oxygen deprived brain, from birth to the present, and the hardships and achievements in between. In many instances, the victim's last thoughts are somewhat cliche: "Is this really how I go? So this is what drowning is like" (as black begins to fade in). Even after consciousness goes, the brain still fires off orders to the rest of the body in a desperate attempt to retain life, until all organs fail, including the brain. At that point, the experience ends, the victim is dead.
So here I am, wired on amphetamines, at the edge of a heavily polluted pond down the street from my ramshackle lodging, with a cinder block and rope in my hand, and a mind full of anger, hate, and sorrow.
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