[ WP ] Explain someone drowning .

It was summer and I had been with friends on a party down by the beach. We live in a very warm part of Australia, and we loved it. I still lived at home with my mom and dad, and I loved living, I had two siblings; one older brother, who was with me at the party, and one older sister, who was at home with her baby. 
 I didn ’ t have a boyfriend at the time, and sometimes that made me really depressed, and two weeks earlier, before the party, I had been thinking about killing myself. 
 “ Hey, Willow, come on! ”, my brother, Sam, yelled after me. 
 “ Hold on, I ’ ll be right there! ” 
 “ Come here, Willow! ”, Sam said and grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me against his chest and hugged me hard. “ Happy birthday.. ” 
 
 The hours went by, and we started drinking heavily, and I couldn ’ t control myself. I had no sense of direction or coordination. 
 “ Come on, let ’ s jump into the water! ”, I heard myself say. 
 I had never been that kind of person to go swimming, and I wasn ’ t even sure if I could swim, it was that long ago. 
 We ran out to the dock, and I stopped dead. 
 “ Come on, you ’ re not chicken, are you? ”, they said and started laughing at me. They started pushing and I started screaming. 
 “ Come on, stop it! ”, Sam screamed and they started pushing and grabbing and pulling and then someone accidently pushed me into the water. 
 My body went down first and it was cold. No, it wasn ’ t cold, it was freezing. The stream was pulling me away from the dock and I could hear Sam screaming after me. I pulled myself to the surface, and everything was going so fast and I couldn ’ t move. 
 “ SAM! PLEASE SAVE ME! ”, I screamed. 
 I could see how they all stood and watched as I went further down the ups and downs of the ocean. I hit my head on a rock and I went under the surface again. 
 Everything was still and quite and I could no longer move. Blood was running down my face and I started to panic. What if no one found me? Was I going to die right here? 
 I was thinking about a good memory, about when I was younger. It was when I learned how to ride my bike. I had fallen down, and my older sister, Shannon, as she loved children, ran up to me and got me up from the ground.. When we were older, like now, we would go to parties together and she would always take care of me and take me away from boys who were just after me to have sex with me. 
 My brother was a different thing. We had a deep connection to eachother and he was the best brother you could ever have. He would usually take the blame for my misdoings and defend me from when my mom and dad was fighting. 
 I had failed my older brother and my sister and her son and mom and dad if I didn ’ t get out of the water now. I was never going to see them again. Not if I tried to move. 
 I opened my eyes. Come on, get out of the water. You ’ ve got to get out of the water, somehow. Move. MOVE!! 
 I could n't do anything, and my time was running out. I was slowly sinking, and I was struck by the thought that I was never going to be found. I was going to sink to the bottom and then it would take weeks before someone found me. 
 I felt terrible. I felt sick. 
 They were never going to find me. My body floated down the sea with my face down in the water. My body floated away to a distant place were no one would ever find me.
