He grabbed onto the rafters, clinging to it as the water rose to his chin. "Please come. Please come." He fervently prayed. Rescue had to come soon right? They knew where he was. They said they were on their way. Please. Someone had to come get him soon. If the water rose any more he was screwed. He closed his eyes, lips trembling. If he survived this, he was enrolling in swimming lessons. He wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place if he'd just known how to swim!
"Hello? Anyone in here?"
His eyes shot open as a male voice sounded from near the skylight. He hadn't been able to push it open further than a couple of inches. "Here! I'm here!" He called out frantically splashing the water. "Please! The water is rising! I'm here!"
"Hold on kid, we hear you. We're coming."
He let out a ragged breath. Oh thank heavens. He wanted out of this nightmare. Now.
-Inspiration from reading an article about the Houston Flooding and Rescue Efforts that were made.
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