Short Story: Remember me...

This is a short story I made, dedicated to a good friend who passed away at a young age. If he could talk, if he could tell us now what he thought, he might have said this:

Where am I? I can't feel anything. I'm trying to familiarize this place through my senses but I can't see, hear, and feel a thing. I can't even smell anything, is my chest even moving? I'm not even breathing. Everything is so unreal. I don't know what happened. I'm scared. It feels like a very long way from home. I don't know the way back. I remember going to the beach with my friends. Though we were bummed out at first because I recklessly took the wrong turn and we got lost earlier, every one seemed to be having a great time afterwards. Jonathan, my best bud was making one of his corny jokes, he usually does things like that to mask away his frustration. We've known eachother since we were 5 years old. We went to the same highschool and college. I guess you could say, we've connected in more ways than one. He was trying to impress this girl in the group, Tanya. I don't really know her, she just broke up with her boyfriend so I guess that's the reason why she's being oblivious to Jonathan's moves on her. I was trying to tease them but Jonathan gave my a light punch on the groin. We usually kid like that. I remember looking at each of the faces of my friends. There was Laurence, he's a DJ. He's the type of guy who would give up a very-high paying salary to do the job he loves and he's Jonathan's usual laugh trip companion. They both share the same humor. Beside him was Maggie, his girlfriend. Me and Laurence have had this strange relationship since they became a couple and the reason was obvious. I used to love Maggie but because of one way or the other, she found her way into his arms. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them and Laurence is being a sport about it too. It might get some time before the awkward feeling will lift between us three. Charlisse was sitting beside me and I was holding her hand. We've been dating since March. She's beautiful with a slender body. I couldn't quite say I loved her. I just enjoyed her company, she knew how to have a good time. We laughed and ate as if there was no tomorrow. I remember eating a lot of "lechon" and I remember taking a stroll at the beach with Charlisse enjoying the view of the horizon. We enjoyed the picnic but sadly, then it was getting late. Too late...We decided to head home. As we were packing our stuffs, that's when we heard it. A scream of a woman. Me and Jonathan went to check it out and ran towards her. She was pointing at the waters, "Save her! Save her!" A little girl was in the water, frantically trying to stay afloat. She was probably 9 or 10 years old. I had the most experience, so I was confident. I was a swimmer back in college and I worked part-time as a lifeguard aside from working for my mom's native goods business. I wanted to save up for a new laptop. I wish I was at least able to buy that. Without a second thought, I dove into the cold beach waters and swam towards the girl. I think Jonathan followed me, but I didn't look back. I had to save the little girl. Everything was so fast. I saw the ocean, the white foam I was making from all my strokes. I was still hearing the screams of the woman on the shore, pleading, but it was getting weaker as I swam far from her to the little girl. I remember reaching there grabbing her hand trying to stop her from struggling. I looked back, Jonathan did follow me, as I gave her to him to take her back to shore. I was swimming to get back back when I felt a sharp pain on my leg. I couldn't move it. Cramps? Me? I never got one in all my years of training in swimming. I used to swim three times a week. My weight was pulling me down. I tried to swim up but the pain was too much. I managed to break from the surface to scream for Jonathan's help. Anybody's help. But they were all crowding at the sight of the little girl being carried by Jonathan on the shore. No one noticed me struggling on my own. Fighting the ocean to save my life. My body gave way. My energy was running out. I let out my last breath of air and let the water enter my lungs. I felt a heavy pain on my chest and everything was pitch black.

I wish I could go back. There were a lot of things I wanted to do. My mom, who will take care of her if I'm gone? I was the eldest in our family and my Dad left us for another woman when I was 12. My sisters were still 10 and 8 years old. I'm sorry mom. I had to leave, it wasn't my choice. The last 24 hours of my life was nothing special. I always thought, you would experience signs. A warning would have been nice. That morning, I fought with my mom for a stupid thing as cleaning the car. I hated doing that but mom always makes me. If I were given a chance, I would clean the car everyday, if I could only go back. As for my Dad, I was no longer mad at him. I forgave him a long time ago. I knew he regretting doing what he did but my mom would not accept him anymore. I remember afterwards picking up Charlisse. I was still pissed off but somehow seeing her face, made my mood lighter. Before meeting our friends, we went to a nearby hotel and I made love with her. Love? I never used to say that word. Did I love Charlisse? I thought I would never fall inlove that easily but I guess loving her was easy. She had a great personality and she got along with my friends. I wasn't able to introduce her to my mom yet because I think it was too soon. If only I can hold her hand again. If only I could tell her, I did love her. I would introduce her to my mom, to my sisters, Becky and Ina. Who's that crying? It's so loud. It's a guy. Jonathan? Whoa, he cries like a girl. I haven't seen him cry so hard for anything. Was it because of me? Because I'm gone? Jonathan, you're such a sissy. We're always bad boys for life bro! I'll be waiting for you at the other side. Facebook? Oh yeah. My last status was "All that we are is what we thought" Sheeze if I had known that was my last status update, I would have put on something wiser. Sorry everyone. I think I'll be going ahead. Thank you for sharing my last moments with me. Please move on. You're all in my heart. If I could say to you just one thing right now, I love you.