Escape

Four walls enclose me. I feel a petrified fear as the water slowly rises. Past my ankles, creeping towards my knees I see the calm blue water staring right at me. I am sure this is the end of yet another human being. I can't and will not leave this dammed world, for many stories I hold which have yet to be told. Minutes pass and the water has reached my neck. I have lost hope. I am practically already dead. I am not ready, but I have been forced to be. As I take my final breath, I see a man break the glass that moments ago would have been my end. As he takes me in his arms, I shiver from the cold air. I am safe. I have lived. My end is not near. When is my end? I ask The world has yet to know.