I was driving down I-565, which for some reason was positioned over a lake, with off ramps that led to a docking area for boats. I had been following my friend, Ryan, who drove clear off the interstate and dove into the water below. I panicked and drove to the docking area, attempting to park on the slick wooden pier. When I tried to get out of the car, I didn't have enough room on either side to stand, so I reentered my saturn and threw her in reverse to park on the road. When I tried to back out, my car slid every which way and I fought to keep her on the narrow path. I stopped and moved forward to correct my alignment and try again, hoping to go straight backwards, but when I made another attempt, I veered off course and went straight into the water. Police arrived at the scene and removed Ryan's car first. He had long since surfaced from the water, and I hurried to ensure his safety. I suddenly realised my car was probably filling with water and had valuables inside. I dove in to retrieve them, and was oddly dry. I realized I could breathe down there, but as soon as I opened the door, the weight and wetness of the water bore down on me in a flood. I grabbed as much as I could carry out of my car and struggled to swim to the surface, but the weight of my belongings was too much. I was forced to let go.
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