marissacre
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I remember two of my deaths. In one, I was a charity case in a catholic boarding school. I was sent to live in a hospital that did experimental treatments. I was part of a treatment to help the mentally ill, even though I wasn't ill. The treatment involved being wrapped in a bed sheet and a mylar sheet, which was gathered up around my head like a sack. I suffocated while they watched because they thought I was exaggerating.
In the second death, I was some kind of aquatic performer, like a synchronized swimmer. We lived in a communist country and were summoned to perform for the ruler. As we were waiting for our turn to perform in the ocean, a tsunami came. The water receded back. Some of the spectators headed toward higher ground, but many ran out with the water. One of the generals, who'd been in charge of watching us swimmers, grabbed me and ran toward the water. I begged and pleaded to be let go and insisted we get to higher ground, but he didn't listen to me. And then the wall of water hit us. I blacked out from the pain and came to with one of my teammates holding onto me. We were both desperate to reach the shore, but there was so much water that the coastline had been destroyed. We couldn't tell which was was the shore and which way was out to see. We knew it was hopeless. Just then a big wave came again. Not as big as the first, but big enough that the wooden bow of a ship was in it. The bow came up and was about to crash down on me. I just decided to let it hit me. I knew there was no way we'd ever make it to dry land and I didn't want to starve to death or be eaten by sharks.
In the second death, I was some kind of aquatic performer, like a synchronized swimmer. We lived in a communist country and were summoned to perform for the ruler. As we were waiting for our turn to perform in the ocean, a tsunami came. The water receded back. Some of the spectators headed toward higher ground, but many ran out with the water. One of the generals, who'd been in charge of watching us swimmers, grabbed me and ran toward the water. I begged and pleaded to be let go and insisted we get to higher ground, but he didn't listen to me. And then the wall of water hit us. I blacked out from the pain and came to with one of my teammates holding onto me. We were both desperate to reach the shore, but there was so much water that the coastline had been destroyed. We couldn't tell which was was the shore and which way was out to see. We knew it was hopeless. Just then a big wave came again. Not as big as the first, but big enough that the wooden bow of a ship was in it. The bow came up and was about to crash down on me. I just decided to let it hit me. I knew there was no way we'd ever make it to dry land and I didn't want to starve to death or be eaten by sharks.