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“Cheryl, stop, listen to me. Calm down. We need to get out of
here.”
Water filled the car. Fear flooded Chrissie’s mind as she
struggled to get Cheryl’s seatbelt unbuckled. “Hold on, Cheryl.
Don’t die, I’m going to get help,” Chrissie swam out of the car. Her
lungs felt on the verge of exploding. She couldn’t hold her breath
much longer.
As she broke the surface, she took a huge gulp of air.
Rain pelted her face, but she noticed the red flashing lights and
suddenly the police were there pulling her onto the bank.
Chrissie floated above the scene and watched it unfold with a
horrid fascination. She was torn between turning away or continuing
to watch as the scene played out eerily before her eyes.
“Good thing that guy on the hill was walking his dog and saw the
accident. If he hadn’t called us, we wouldn’t have found you.”
Chrissie pushed away the oxygen mask. “My sister is still down
there. You have to get her,” Chrissie whispered as she struggled to
go back into the water. A policewoman held her while trying to put
the oxygen mask on her face. She fought her until she saw a diver
jump into the river and a few minutes later return with Cheryl’s body.
Chrissie shook her head and they were back in the present. A wave
of nausea swept over her and she fell to her knees with tears
streaming down her face. Cheryl stood beside her, a look of
compassion on her face. “This was not your fault. You did all you
could. It was meant to be. Now you need to focus on the present. If
you don’t, then you will never be happy,” Cheryl said. Slowly her
image faded into the autumn sunset.