Expected? Chapter 4D

You hit the waves with unexpected force. Cool, murky water seeps into the suitcase so quickly, you barely have time to shove one last breath into your lungs. You feel yourself sinking lower and lower as the water gets steadily colder. The blood from your lip fuses with stinging salt water and forms crimson clouds around your face. Panic blooms inside of you, but you determinedly push the hysteria out of your mind.
The police will come for me. I heard their sirens right before hitting the water. They are coming for me. 
Holding your breath becomes difficult, and black spots cloud your vision. Panic takes a swing at you again, and this time you forget to duck. You can't hold your breath any longer. Your escaped breath rings around your face like a wreath of bubbles.
You can't take it anymore.
You need oxygen.
All bravery dwindels as you realize that the police might not be comming for you, that maybe you're going to die here.
You need oxygen.
Salt water stings your lungs as you desprately gulp for air.
You need oxygen.
Everything goes black.

You never even found out who the murderer was.

The End.

-s.s.