Okay so I've come up with a new opening for my book. I want to grip the reader right away and not let them go. So here's what I've come up with.
Their panicked screams dove straight through the murky waters and to my ears. I wanted to scream back, to reassure them that it would all turn out okay. But I’d be fooling myself to even think that from this moment on anything would be normal again. I didn’t want to imagine what he’d do to them after he was done proving his point with me. My scalp burned, every strand of my red hair screamed for the release from his iron grip. Clawing at him proved to waste precious energy, so I remained limp as a ragdoll. I couldn’t last much longer, and in response my chest heaved, my body was struggling for oxygen. All I could do was let myself go. I was drowning by the hands of a person who should have loved me and watched me grow. Instead, I got to listen to the screams of my best friend, and the guy I never got to really know, swim around my ears until everything went black.
