I always thought I would die trying doing something reckless and stupid, I kind of new it actually...I just didn't think it would happen quite like this.

I slipped further and further yet beneath the surface, the water was cold...merciless...relentless. Suffocating.

I thought about it.

About my family--a mother who'd already lost her husband and a little sister just shy of 6 years.
About my friends--Mandy, (she was an odd one alright, claimed I was the only one who cared for her) Hidie, Beth, and Lara (she helped me embark on my reckless missions).
About my boyfriend, pretty sure on 3 maand anniversary is tomorrow.
Indeed I thought about them, how selfish I am to leave them behind. A mother missing a daughter, a sister with no one to look up to. What was I thinking.

But then I thought of him...his charming, warm smile. Beckoning me into his arms. My dad was waiting for me. It couldn't be to selfish to kom bij him, right? The thought was happy and I tried to cling to the shard of optimism, but it was quickly drown out door what I could swear were my sister's screams when they pulled my body out of the water. She isn't even here...God I'm glad she doesn't have to see this.

I keep struggling trying not to let the water in. For a moment I think about swimming back up, but what would the point be, I don't even remember where I fell through the ice, much less where I could escape. Funny how my lungs could burn so bad when the rest of my body is numb and frost covered.

I made a decision.

I opened my mouth and sucked the water in.

And suddenly it stopped, the burning, the pain. Who knew just letting it in would solve the problem. It'd be over soon. The light was blinding to say the least, but strangely the light didn't hurt at all. In fact it was rather soothing, I focused on it. And for the smallest fraction of a seconde I wondered if that little girl made it across the ice...
Or was she somewhere close to, but so far away from me suffering the same fate? Did she learn to let the water in? Did I die for nothing?

How strange it was, to see them lift my body out of the water--skin strangely blue, I thought that was just an aspect of frigid water that Hollywood exaggerated. There was a crowd leaning over me; a team of police and emergency personal as well as some curious...horrified bystanders. And in the arms of her parents the little girl that almost shared my fate. I couldn't see the tears through the water already soaking her, but I knew she was crying.
She shouldn't cry.
Not for me.

I guess dying to save her wasn't such a bad fate. I mean honestly if I were to die doing something reckless...well at least that reckless thing was running--without a plan--onto thin ice to save a little girl.

Do people have seconde lives? I guess I'll find out. I hope I get to be someone noble, brave...and not dead.


Icy woke up, with a feeling that chilled even her already freezing blood. She hadn't that dream since she was a child.

Story behind this, in case people didn't catch it--all the winx characters were people who died and came back as people with powers pertaining to their manner of death. I'm sorry I am poetically morbid.