My name is Storm Herrera, and just not long ago, I was killed.

I was surfing on the coast of Hawaii, until a massive tidal wave knocked me underwater, multiple waves after that keeping me to the ocean floor until I finally lost consciousness. I honestly didn't expect my story to end so soon, I had so much more I wanted to do— but drowning at the age of 22 was nowhere on my bucket list.

I had found the love of my life, with a child of my own, only an infant when the sea had decided my fate—

I just wish I could be alive again, see my son and husband one more time...

.•*•. THREE YEARS LATER .•*•.

Darkness.

Only darkness.

Pitch black darkness surrounded my body and clouded my vision.

I was in a void of nothingness, no Heaven or Hell, I was just deserted in what I identified as a black hole. My family constantly running through my mind, thinking of what they were doing, if my husband was re-married, or of he was still too shaken from my sudden passing. I sighed and closed my eyes, not that it made any difference. All was still dark.

"Just let me see them one more time," I whimpered, "My family." My voice started cracking as I felt my throat start to burn, suppressing my tears. "I'd do anything," I sobbed, now holding my face in my hands, "anything."

"Anything..."

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I lay there in the darkness, pleading to God why I had to die, tears running like a river now, I open my eyes to the darkness once more and see— color?

I saw blue, lots of it, actually. I look around, water surrounding my form, soon realizing that I was somehow laying on the bottom of a pool, I sat up— my movements suspiciously fast for being underwater, as if I were moving in air.

I looked down and to my utter shock, I saw blood red scales littering my body, the red casting a striking contrast to my Cuban skin tone. Flowy, elegant fins on the end of my– tail, connecting to my dorsal fin, and a small pair on my hips.

The scales traveled up my body, covering my midriff and bust, a small patch of scales on each of my shoulders and on the strike of my jawline. (the part of your jaw that's directly under your ear. I don't know what it's called) My ears were replaced with fins, and my tail was nearly three times the length of my torso.

As I inspected my new form, something jumped into the water— it was small, and kind of pale. It opened its blue eyes, staring deeply into mine before making a haste to the surface, I followed him up, and watched him get out of the pool, only to sit on the boarder of it in front of me. "Hi!" He loudly greeted.

The introduction was so sudden, it startled me, and so I dove to the bottom of the pool again out of instinct. "Heyyy, don't go!" The child whined, reaching out to my tail as I dived, only brushing my fins. I reappeared at the other end of the pool, making eye contact with the bubbly being, he took it as a chance to speak. "My name is Lucas, and I'm five!" He cheered, holding up four fingers.

Oh.

Oh God that's precious.

"I'm– I'm Storm." I sputtered, it had been so long since I had talked to someone other than myself.

"Haha! Storm, I like that name!" Lucas giggled.

"Lucas," Someone called out, "who are you talking to?" I looked over to the back door and saw a man with black hair, scared again, I hid in the water.

"A friend," Lucas called back, " you should come meet her!", he looked over to the water again, not seeing me. "Nooo! Not again, come back!" He pouted.

"Well, what's her name?" The man asked.

"Storm!" Lucas replied cheerily.

The man froze.

Storm.

He went back inside, seeming in some sort of trance, and Lucas beckoned me back up to the surface. "It's okay, he's gone now." He soothed. I lifted myself to the open air, pulling myself to the rim of the pool, sitting on it like how Lucas did. "Why are you scared?" He asked me, scooting himself closer to my larger frame.

"I," I sighed, rubbing my temples, " I don't know. It's just a reflex now, I- I'm scared of everything. I basically just came back from the dead."

"Oh," Lucas said softly, "But things will get better, right?" He slipped his head under my arm, and leaned on me. His big blue eyes full of worry.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course," I comforted, running my hands back and forth through his spiky black hair, looking out to the dark sky, "things will always get better."

.•*•.  Two months later .•*•.

I circled the pool, waiting for Lucas to come back from his school, looking at the clock that he put outside for me about every five minutes. "Storm! I'm back!" a loud, excited voice hollered, a small figure running from the back door and leaping at me.

"Lucas!" I called back, catching the boy, and holding him in a constricting hug, "Happy birthday!" I planted a kiss on head, and placed him on the ledge of the pool.

"Haha! Me, Lucas, six years old!" He cheered, standing in his best hero pose, his fists on his hips, the air filled with our wholehearted laughs.

"Ooh! Storm, I have something to show you," Lucas blurted, " stay here!" About five minutes passed before Lucas came back outside with swim shorts and a photo. "You look a lot like mommy."

I took the photo and inspected it, it was a photo of a pregnant young woman, with her husband standing right next to her.

"Lucas." I spoke, the happy mood suddenly fading, a serious aura taking its place, "what's your father's name?"

"Umm, it's Dominic, I think." He mumbled quietly.

"What's your last name." I asked.

"Herrera." He replied.

No.

It was impossible.

I married a man named Dominic Herrera.

I gave birth to a boy named Lucas Herrera.

"Lucas." I called.

"Yes?" He answered.

"I'm your mother."

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Everything went black. I was in that damned void again.

"LUCAS!" I screamed, hot tears rolling down my face.

The moment I realize that I found my family, I'm torn away from them.

Just like before.

(The chapter can end here for a sad ending, but keep reading if you want a happy one)

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"Please! Bring me back!" I sobbed.

"I just want to be with my family!" My cries echoed through the emptiness, "Is that just too much to ask for?!"

No.

It's not.

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I woke up on the shoreline of the beach with a gasp, frantically looking around my surroundings.

I was alive again.

I scurried up from the sand, my wetsuit dry and crusty from the saltwater spray, running to my house at full speed.

When I made it to the door, I reached for the doorbell. But I stopped.

What would they say?

I turned from the door, and began to walk away.

"Oh, what the hell?"

I made a quick 180° turn and rammed my finger into the doorbell at least eight times.

A man with spiked black hair opened the door. "Aight, what the hell you wa—" he froze, his mouth agape. "Storm."

"Dominic." I whimpered.

A little boy appeared behind Dominic's leg, "Mom?"

"Lucas." I cried. I scooped up the child and placed a kiss to his forehead. Turning to Dominic, planting a kiss to his lips— which Lucas covered his eyes and playfully gagged to.

"I thought you were dead." Dominic quivered.

"So did I," I sobbed, "but I was given a second chance."

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The End.

Update: I'm re-reading stuff. I know I'm not that good of a writer. But I do know that I'm not the worst. BEAR WITH ME HERE.