I woke up to sound of flowing
water. When I finally realized where and what I had done I knew I had to get
home. I wasn’t that familiar with these woods but I thought I knew my way
around enough to find my way back home. I ran as fast as I could but wasn’t
getting anywhere. I kept passing that same old dead tree. At that point I was
panicking to the point where my chest tightened up and I worried I was going to
have an attack. I heard someone’s voice in the distance and I followed it as
best I could. It took me back the side of the river and then stopped. At that
point I was so tired and scared my heart sank and I just gave up. I stood there
just looking down at my run down sneakers and thought to myself I need a sign.
I saw
something in the corner of my eye, in the water. It looked like a big log
floating down the river. It was more towards the other side. I squinted toward
the log trying to get a better look. I was only 15 yet had the vision of a 70
year old. I poked my neck out as far as I could as if that would give me a
better look. After long seconds of trying I to figure out what this thing was
was I finally saw it. It startled me so much I jumped back and held my chest.
It was the body of a naked boy. I was scared out of my mind but my fear
wouldn’t over power my interest in finding out more. The boy was floating
slowly but he was getting out of range to where I could see him. I was walking
fast down the side of the river following it, just staring. as it moved closer
to the side I was on I could see it well enough to see the paleness of the
body. Now I recognized him. That little boy was my baby brother.
“Jackson!”
I screamed out for him over and over. i ran over to that broken tree that
leaned over the river in attempt to reach out for his hand and save him. I
reached as low as I possibly could for him as he passed without falling into
the water myself and drowning. My heart was beating so fast. I jumped down from
the tree and ran into the water I was so close to grabbing him when the water
pulled me down. I couldn’t swim. I was trying so hard to get up for air but it
just kept pulling me back down. I don’t remember what happened after that. I
woke up coughing up water. Mama was crying over me screaming, “Danny!” she was
pushing my chest down. When I caught my breath I looked at the river and
struggled to tell mama what happened. she took a deep breath in and let go. Her
shoulder fell.
“danny. Jacksons
been dead for years. You know that.”
