"Mommy! Look!" Zakari hollered from the other side of the prep tent, flinging his puppet around.

I smiled. "Very nice."

"You didn't look." He pouted.

I pulled my eyes away from the mirror and watched him pull a few strings. "You're getting better every day. Now mom's got to work okay?"

The director glanced at Zakari with annoyance. "Rafi?" He called.

A boy entered the tend. "Yeah boss?"

"While we shoot do you want to play babysitter?"

I gave them an annoyed look. Zakari wasn't a bad kid. He could behave just fine. But... I supposed having someone assigned to watching him was a good thing. The waves in this part were known for taking lives every year. They were sneaky and if you turned around for just a second they'd grab you. I didn't want Zakari within ten meters of them.

"Mhm." Rafi walked over to Zakari.

"Hey Zakari come here a minute?" I asked.

Zakari ran up to me. "Yeah mom?"

"Do what the man says okay? Be good?"

He shuffled his feet and nodded.

"That's my boy. Stay away from the waves now. And if you're good maybe we'll stop for a treat on the way home okay?"

"Okaaaaay." Zakari agreed.

"Zena on standby!" I was called.

I stood up. "Be good. I love you." I kissed his forehead as I rushed out of the tent.

"I love you more!" He yelled after me.

With a last blown kiss I disappeared through the tent flap and saw Utakata Dressed in swimwear as well. It was chilly in a bikini but we bore with it for the sake of the shoot. It begun like every other shoot did. My mind was on Gaara though, so I found myself making more mistakes than normal.

It also meant the shoot was taking a little longer. I stumbled once when Utakata was twirling me. He laughed and I could not help but smile back.

"Clumsy." He teased.

I opened my mouth to find a response.

Something stopped me, filling my ears and blocking everyone else's words out.

The one sound no parent would ever want to hear, yet every one recognized.

The heart wrenching cry of their child.

My focus was narrowed. All else forgotten. Zakari was always screaming with joy and the occasional fit. But this cry was unlike any I had ever heard before. A cry of raw fear and despair and pain. I was the only one who heard the first cry. I spun around, frantically looking around for where it had came. By the second scream of panic my heart had stopped and Utakata had halted his posing.

Then the call of someone older hit my ears. A cry of panic from the man, Rafi, who was supposed to be watching Zakari. A hand was clamped over his mouth, his other pointing to the ocean.

My body trembled. It took a second to register what was happening.

I couldn't see him, but the waves were so high there was no way a grown man could survive their tossing. I lunged for the waves. My only thought was getting to Zakari. My only goal was the ocean. Propelling, throwing myself forward with self-abandon as any mother would do. His cry of despair was coming from those deathly waves.

But something, someone was stopping me from reaching the water. Someone was stopping me from getting to Zakari.

"NO!" I screamed as loud as my lungs could allow. "NO! THAT'S MY SON! THAT'S MY SON! LET GO!"

But the hands around my waste remained. I clawed, hit, tried to rip myself free. "ZAKARI! NO! NO! NO! LET GO OF ME! I'LL KILL YOU LET GO! ZAKARI!"

I screamed and begged for them to let me go to him. Let me save him. I wasn't the only one shouting but I didn't hear anyone else. I didn't feel anyone else.

The waves crashed slower than ever. If only I could get free. If only I could get to Zakari. He was screaming for me. He was wondering why I wasn't there. Why I wasn't saving him.

Suddenly the screams stopped.

I convulsed, falling with the weight of the person holding me.

Zakari was gone, and with him he'd taken all the light, the joy, the reason from my life.

Just like him, it was dead.

A.N.

Don't hate me! You wouldn't believe how hard, no how impossible it is to write this scene. I tried placing myself in her shoes but then a boy I'm helping to raise popped into my head and I was crying to hard to even finish writing it. Which is why this took me a few days. But unfortunately this scene is the only thing I've been sure of since I started writing the story.