The Beginning at the End

A relentless current, a watery leviathan, pulls me deeper into the abyss. Panic surges through me as I struggle against its invisible grip.

It seized me, like the monstrous roller coaster my dad and I rode last week, plummeting from its dizzying peak. My body, a weightless, helpless thing, was tossed and turned by an unseen, icy hand.

Gasping, choking, drowning. The current still pulls me under, a watery grave yawning before me. Is this the end? A final, frigid embrace from the indifferent sea? No! Not yet! I fight, claw, scream, a desperate plea against the suffocating tide. A single, desperate thought echoes in my mind: With my Father. Please. More time. Please. More time. With my Father.

A raspy, otherworldly voice echoes through the water "Is that what you wish?" the whisper gives me the chills amidst the chaos.

At first, I was confused. Whose voice is that? I strain to hear, but the rushing water drowns out any coherent thought. A deal? A chance? The absurdity of the situation strikes me. Even in death, fate offers a twisted bargain.

A final, desperate gasp. The darkness closes in. A silent prayer, a plea for mercy, lost in the undertow.