Dad, then more screams. I reach only for dad's voice. His is the strongest one, I am thinking, he will save me, because it sounds like he's the only one who cares, who is not helpless. It is tiring, painful, like pushing through plastic steel pushing against me, with my fingers, my head, my mind. I scream wordlessly, mouth filled with orange.
Breathing is harder.
It must be soon, or I am gone forever. Even though I am so sore from swimming upstream against current, I can see him waving his arms, staring at me with tears in his hazel eyes, running his stubby fingers through his red hair, calling my name, begging me to wake up. I follow his voice. I open my eyes slowly. My father is the first person I see.