The water was swirling around me.  I was swimming, battling the strong current, when all of a sudden a heard a heart wrenching scream. A scream that filled my soul with terror. A scream that belonged to my boy. 

"Ahhhhhhh!" There is was again.  The scream.

I swam faster than I ever have before.  The harder I pushed myself the harder the current against me became.  The screaming continued. I couldn't give up.  Sam, the boy I lived with was going to die. I have to keep swimming.  I have to keep going.  I can't stop.  Not now.

The screams were weakening.  I was fighting so hard that I could barely feel my body.  I felt as if I was running completely on adrenaline. Then all of a sudden the screams stopped.  He was gone. I didn't help him. I just let my family die.

I stopped swimming and let the current carry me away down the stream. I didn't know what to do anymore.  I let my family die.

"Hey, hey, wake up," I heard.  I jolted awake, panting.

"They're gone," I whispered, unable to comprehend anything but the nightmare.  "They're gone and they're never coming back."

Laurel tried to calm me.  "Shhh, it's okay.  I know your family is gone, but you have a new family now.