I like Danny's point of view

I didn't have much time left to think of a way out. Probably around 25 seconds or so. Thought I might die completely down there, all alone, chained up to the bottom of a murky abandoned pool, bound in ghost restraining shackles as my breath left me. I knew that when my lungs would start to fill with water, I would start violently shuddering, lasting for a mere five seconds until my life faded away, cold arms wrapping around my soul, pulling me into something called death. 20 seconds. I was thrashing around desperately, trying to somehow free myself, my movements becoming sluggish and my muscles burning. I saw the bubbles floating rapidly up as they escaped my clenched teeth. This is it, I though, I am going to die. I am going to die where it'll take ages to find my soaked body. I am going to die without any goodbyes. Without an attempted rescue, without anyone who has a clue to what is taking place, save my killer. This is it. My limbs felt like dead weights and I could barely even twitch a finger. Black spots clouded my vision and I felt faint, dizzy. Before my mind went blank, I saw the last of my precious air leave my lips, dancing to the surface that felt miles away.

All my chapters are probably going to be short, that's how I do it on instagram. But I may update sooner. Irregularly. Thanks goes to those who reviewed my other story, A Simply Catastrophic Event. I think I am pretty good at darker writing, now that I read this again. But, good for those who can't stand character death (meeee), there are more chapters coming, which tells you what? Yes, it tells you what you want. I saw a picture earlier that had Percy and Annabeth falling in tartarus (Rick is an evil genius), her reading a book and him drinking coffee. Somebody asked where Percy got it. The answer is Tarbucks, duh. I have my funny moments. according to me. sorry for the long author's notes, I like to talk to you people. Even if I haven't the slightest of who you are. :3

I am in your kitchen right now.