I used to diving when I was young with my cousin.
We loved spending hours in the water exploring and mapping the complex system of underwater caves.
Once, we went to Mallorca on holiday and we couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend most of the time doing our favourite sport.
So I slipped into the water with my dive buddy and swam for a long time until we realised our guideline, a narrow line wire which led back to the entrance, had slipped.
We had consumed the air we had brought to get in and out as well as most of our emergency air.
We were in danger so we got to a chamber with an air pocket to talk about to do.
As my cousin was skinnier than me and needed less air for breathing, we decided he would be go for help and I would've been in the cave struggling with the high carbon dioxide level.
When he left me by my own I felt fear.
I could've died there waiting for nothing.
I realised there was a small lake with drinkable water into the chamber.
I sat down near it and tried to sleep, but I couldn't.
Sleeping would have been the best thing to do, but I was too nervous and the lacking of enough oxygen made it even more difficult.
As time went on I gave up hope and I started to have allucinationes.
I believed too see a demon came to me and told me: "Come with me, you have been bad in your life, your place is with me now ".
In the meantime my cousin managed to raise the alarm and some rescuers had come to look for me in the cave.
Their efforts had been hampered by poor visibility, but they found me and saved my life at the end.
I turned back on diving, I even visited the chamber were I was stuck for so long.
Diving is my life and my blood is made by water sea.
July 2017
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