When my head slices through the water, I blink open my eyes and see Katrina hovering over me. A smug smile plays on her lips.
“Katrina, please! Help me!” I choke. Tears pour from my stinging eyes.
She sneers. “You are so pathetic.”
I grow desperate. “Help! Help! Help!” Maybe God will hear me and rescue me.
He doesn’t because after my next fading cry for help I’m under again. My lungs are aching. It feels like my chest is going to burst because the air wants to come out so badly. But I don’t want to let it go. It’s the only air I have. For the first time, I notice swirls of colorful lights beneath the water. Suddenly, I feel like I’m suffocating, drowning in a sea of Kool-Aid. And then, a peacefulness washes over me. I’m floating. I belong to the water now. To my astonishment, I see my mother’s serene face, her long Celtic-red hair fanned out all around her. She’s floating toward me, her slender arms extended with those beautiful fingers beckoning me. I reach out for them. Oh, Mama! You’ve come back for me. We’re together again!
“Baby girl, I’m going to take you to Papa.” Her melodic voice ripples in my ears.
A vortex of white light shrouds me and then I sink into a black abyss.