2 weeks ago, I was walking by the river. When someone pushed me in and started to drown me. The water was in my lungs, I couldn't breath.. I saw a light.. I went towards it. Was I.. dead? No.. I couldn't be, I opened my eyes.. all I could see.. was a little boy. His father was abusing him.. I wanted to help, but I couldn't. I saw the boy faint, his father walked away. I was able to move, I went over to the boy, picked him up and walked to his room. When we got there, I set him on the bed. I watched him.. waiting for him to wake up..