With Your Best Friends Standing On The Back Of Your Head

I'm laying face down in the water next to a friend of mine, while two sets of feet press down on the back of our heads. Every once in a while I can see a third pair of feet standing near but not taking part. We are being forced to drink. For the longest time I was so thirsty, so eager to fill up on the same water I'm drowning in. I would have drank until my stomach burst because I've had a taste and it was everything I ever dreamed of, up until recently that is. You see, you may be curious as to why I'm not putting up much of a fight this time around. Well, this time around it seems I've lost my will to fight. I'm not even struggling. The worst part is watching my friend next to me as he flails about, trying so hard to get back up and dry himself off. I hold his shoulders down with my one free hand so it's quicker. It's a shame that the taste in my mouth was once so much sweeter but now it's sour and bitter. From underneath the water I can hear the voice of a past lover quietly saying, "I told you so" over and over again. She was right, she always was but I was too stubborn to come to terms with it. She is of no help now as I breathe in more water. I never wanted to be drowned by my best friends but they have no idea they're even doing it. I shake the hands of those standing on me and around me, as well as the cold still hand of my poor naive friend laying to the right of me as I lie to them all and tell them, "No hard feelings."