Lake Superior

'It was cold-and-I saw-mother. Yes, that was it, mother. Hadn't she passed away last year? I'm sure she did! Why is she here? No, where is here?' I thought. It felt as though I was floating or gently sinking, still I managed to walk steadily toward mother. She was playing fetch with Fido, my old dog who had also died. Strange, mother had always hated dogs. "Mother?" I called, she must not have heard me, "Mother, it's me, Anna." Now she shivered, turned slowly and dropped the ball Fido had given her.
I started walking again, taking a deep breath. My lungs filled with water, I couldn't breath. Mother pointed up and mouthed, 'Go! Run and don't come back!' My vision grew blurry and I couldn't hear.
Finally I looked up and saw the blurred sunlight through the murky water. The ground under neath me fell and I was sinking much faster now. I tried to swim up but it was slow, like moving through maple syrup. I eventually made it through a few feet of water.
Something slimy wrapped around my leg, my first thought was seaweed, but then the thing started to tighten and pull. I glanced down and saw a large fish. Larger than any other fish I had seen. It was the size of a small car, with daggers for teeth and long purple tentacles, one around my leg. I almost screamed, but I quickly remembered that I was under water. Instead I mustered all the courage I could get and lunged out of the way, just as the fish lurched at my leg.
I wasted no time and attempted to swim upward. Then I felt a tentacle around my waste, then arm and neck. The fish pulled me closer to the large jaws and I knew I would die here. 'So close.' I thought. My fingers had brushed the top layer of the water before I was pulled back. I closed my eyes and waited to join my mother and dog in heaven.
Suddenly, a hand, as golden as the sun itself, plunged into the water. The hand grasped my free arm and pulled me out of the dreadful fish's grip. Everything went black after I took my first breath of air.
I awoke hours later and found myself on a beach with a towel. No one was near me, no footprints or anything. Just a small gold necklace with a locket on the end. I opened the locket in search for my savior, but only finding a small piece of paper. The paper read: Your Welcome.
I tucked the paper back into the locket and hung it around my neck. I never took it off, and I never met who saved my life. Maybe it was God, or maybe just a local fisherman who saw me that one day, on Lake Superior.