Emerald eyes gaze out across the ocean as the sun begins to set, turning the placid water a firey orange and yellow blaze. Thick, russet colored hair spreads outward around her, rising and falling with the gentle tide. The light was fading quickly. One more dive, before darkness falls. She took a deep breath and dipped her head below the waves, launching herself into the depths with a powerful kick. Only here did she feel most at peace. Here, below the surface, where there was only the quiet and the calm. Each stroke brought her closer to the sea bed-her ultimate goal. Today would be the day. It was only a matter of feet now, but she had been under for a minute and a half. Justin a little..bit..farther... Yes! Her fingers scraped the bottom and clenched a handful of sand in her tight fist. She paused to relish her accomplishment. At that moment, her lungs contracted painfully, begging for air. Her heart began to race. Nimbly, she flipped herself over and kicked off the bottom, racing towards the surface as panic overcame her. A small stream of bubbles ascended ahead of her as she expelled air from her lungs. About three quarters of the way up, her muscles began to weaken and she could no longer ignore the ringing in her ears. She felt very dizzy. Frantically, she paddled, but didn't know in which direction. The light had gone now, and her brain could not function properly. "No!" she screamed, precious air escaping. She fought to make any sense of up and down, to no avail, managing only to tangle her arms in her hair with her thrashing. The last of her oxygen was spent. She sank helplessly toward the sea bed, unable to move her body. It's so cold. This was her last thought as the quiet and the calm claimed her.