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DOT

“Dot? Dot, wake up!” Kat’s distant voice sounded so distorted, as if we were underwater and she was miles away, screaming into the abyss. “Baby!” My head whirled around, lights and sound crashing together, my body weighed down as I felt like I was sinking, unable to breathe.

“Angel!” Dante’s scream pierced me like a bolt of lightning as my body jolted. It hurt so bad. And repeated over and over as I felt myself nearly convulsing, my skin burning and hot. “Get her in the shower!” I was being moved like a rag doll, unable to speak or even open my eyes. I felt dead, gripping onto a single sliver of my soul as I watched and experienced everything happening through a distorted view of reality.

I was slipping, my grasp weakening as I wanted to give into the sweet embrace of peace beckoning me deeper. I wanted to let go and drift away into the silence.

Let go. My own voice rippled through my mind . Just let go.

And at that moment, I did. I let go and felt the embrace of death as it took hold of me like a gentle hug.

“Dottie,” Kat’s whispered voice ripple down to me. “Baby, please. Please don’t leave us. Don’t leave me. Please.” I could feel her pain. The heartbreak she must be feeling in that moment. “Dante! Dante, she doesn’t have a pulse!”

I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything.