Writing Prompt filled oneshot book

Second Chance

My name is Storm Herrera, and just not long ago, I was killed.

I was surfing on the coast of Hawaii, until a massive tidal wave knocked me underwater, multiple waves after that keeping me to the ocean floor until I finally lost consciousness. I honestly didn't expect my story to end so soon, I had so much more I wanted to do— but drowning at the age of 22 was nowhere on my bucket list.

I had found the love of my life, with a child of my own, only an infant when the sea had decided my fate—

I just wish I could be alive again, see my son and husband one more time...

.•*•. THREE YEARS LATER .•*•.

Darkness.

Only darkness.

Pitch black darkness surrounded my body and clouded my vision.

I was in a void of nothingness, no Heaven or Hell, I was just deserted in what I identified as a black hole. My family constantly running through my mind, thinking of what they were doing, if my husband was re-married, or of he was still too shaken from my sudden passing. I sighed and closed my eyes, not that it made any difference. All was still dark.

"Just let me see them one more time," I whimpered, "My family." My voice started cracking as I felt my throat start to burn, suppressing my tears. "I'd do anything," I sobbed, now holding my face in my hands, "anything."

"Anything..."

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I lay there in the darkness, pleading to God why I had to die, tears running like a river now, I open my eyes to the darkness once more and see— color?

I saw blue, lots of it, actually. I look around, water surrounding my form, soon realizing that I was somehow laying on the bottom of a pool, I sat up— my movements suspiciously fast for being underwater, as if I were moving in air.

I looked down and to my utter shock, I saw blood red scales littering my body, the red casting a striking contrast to my Cuban skin tone. Flowy, elegant fins on the end of my– tail, connecting to my dorsal fin, and a small pair on my hips.

The scales traveled up my body, covering my midriff and bust, a small patch of scales on each of my shoulders and on the strike of my jawline. (the part of your jaw that's directly under your ear. I don't know what it's called) My ears were replaced with fins, and my tail was nearly three times the length of my torso.

As I inspected my new form, something jumped into the water— it was small, and kind of pale. It opened its blue eyes, staring deeply into mine before making a haste to the surface, I followed him up, and watched him get out of the pool, only to sit on the boarder of it in front of me. "Hi!" He loudly greeted.

The introduction was so sudden, it startled me, and so I dove to the bottom of the pool again out of instinct. "Heyyy, don't go!" The child whined, reaching out to my tail as I dived, only brushing my fins. I reappeared at the other end of the pool, making eye contact with the bubbly being, he took it as a chance to speak. "My name is Lucas, and I'm five!" He cheered, holding up four fingers.

Oh.

Oh God that's precious.

"I'm– I'm Storm." I sputtered, it had been so long since I had talked to someone other than myself.

"Haha! Storm, I like that name!" Lucas giggled.

"Lucas," Someone called out, "who are you talking to?" I looked over to the back door and saw a man with black hair, scared again, I hid in the water.