Without You Part 3

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          "Alaina!" I called out to the empty beach. "Alaina!" The waves kept knocking me down off of my feet, making it impossible to get out to her. "Help! Somebody help!" I was talking to no one. I was alone. She was gone. I went under the waves and did everything I could to look for some sign of her. I looked all over it seemed, when finally to my left, something popped out from under the waves. I frantically swam over to it, praying that it was her. The waves kept pushing it farther and farther out. I refused to give up on her, not that easily. The closer I got, the more hope I lost. I tried to trick myself into thinking it was her; I knew it wasn't. She wasn't blue. I dove under the waves her surfboard rode up and found the ocean floor, praying I felt something other than rocks and sand.
          When it felt like I had used up all of my oxygen, my hand brushed past another. I tugged and tugged at an arm, praying it was her, but the thing wouldn't budge. On my last attempt, I pulled the arm as hard as I could and swam up to the surface with a death grip on it's wrist while trying to mentally prepare myself for what I might see in just a few seconds.
          No, I thought to myself. No! "Don't you die on me Alaina! Don't you dare!" I dragged her unconscious and bleeding body through the waves and back to shore as quickly as possible. My grip on her legs and around her shoulders would have hurt her. I wanted her to yell at me for hurting her. I wanted her to slap me or punch me. Something. Anything. But I got nothing. Just her light and frail stained red body laying in my arms. I tried to listen for any shallow breaths, but my head was spinning. The waves no longer sounded peaceful, but like every one that washed over us was a reminder that I was losing time.

          I carefully, but frantically laid her body on the sand. "Help! Please somebody!" I grabbed her blue towel and wrapped it around her open wounds on her head. My mind was filled with a million thoughts. I couldn't think straight. I had no idea what to do. CPR. 30 compressions, 2 breaths. 

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         "What happened to her?" someone came up behind me.

          "I...I don't know what happened. She just... she just...I don't know. Please call for help, just call for help, please," I cried.
          The man's voice was blocked out by the sound of my cries. I pushed against her chest, hoping that I was doing it right, thirty times. Then I held her nose and blew what felt like my last two breaths of air into her. I kept repeating the same process over and over, only to have no results. I was tired. I wanted to stop. I wanted her to wake up. I wanted it to all be over, but the truth was it was only getting started. Sirens were heard in the distance, gradually getting louder and louder, as I tiredly carried on. The bystander tried to apply as much pressure to her head in an attempt to stop her bleeding, but had no success. This couldn't be the end for her, not this. Don't stop. Don't stop.