Show Me My Silver Lining

Existence was pain, that was all that ran through her head as her lungs stretched to take in air before forcefully expelling the remaining water. There was a form on top of her but she barely registered what was happening let alone the voice that was squeaking at her. She didn't remember death supposing to be this painful. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember much at all.

Dagrún opened one emerald eye, blinking wearily at the world around her before her sight finally fixed on a pair of turquoise butterflies… wait… no… eyes, those were eyes. There was a girl staring fretfully down at her.

Dag tried to speak but her throat felt like it was cramping and a raspy noice was all that came out. Well, fuck that then. She closed her eye and instead focused on her breathing.