You're Dead to Me
PROLOGUE
I have to… get it…
Reaching hands, desperately flailing forward… Water. Pushing, pushing, pushing… nothing. Absolutely nothing. Grabbing, grabbing, curious young fingers curl around nothing, still nothing, nothing still…
Wailing, crying, blubbering, whimpering, nothing but the sound of water. Short arms reach, stretch, stretch, still too short, still too short, still too short….
Grabbing onto something, at least it was something, limp, cold, almost blue… Swimming to the surface, to the shore, grabbed, pulled up, everything so confusing…
A gasp.
"My baby! That's my baby! I-I... He-he... You-you-you killed my baby!"
Curious eyes look, questioning. I... killed it…?
The baby removed from the tired, short arms, glares shot, crying, screaming…
People coming, grabbing, hoisting, carrying, crying, shouting, pandemonium. Complete pandemonium.
I didn't kill it. I saved it, I saved it. It's dead? I…
…Did I just kill it?
A young, curious, hesitant mouth opens, the words coming out in the frieghtened tone.
"Am I going to die?"
A/N: So, yeah, tell me if you're interested.