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A/N: Well, that's my second songfic... I would appreciate it if you read it and leave me a review. Thanks!

Sweet little brother

Wyatt was sitting by the lake rememebring what happened there, a few years ago. Every year, this day, he was going there to relive his most painflul memory. He owed that to Chris.. He remember Chris being posessed the last time he saw him.. That day everything seemed normal.. Chris was waiting for him in the doorway, as always

"Can't exactly remember what's happened
I think I came home late
He stood in the doorway, waiting for me
I saw he was holding a big sharp knife
Pointing at me
I got scared and asked 'What's wrong? What are you doing boy? Are you mad?'"

Chris didn't reply, he just walked closer to Wyatt still holding that knife. Wyatt didn't wanna hurt Chris.. He loved his brother more than anything or anyone in this world. So, he decided to run instead of fight

"But no answer at all, he just came closer and closer
No sense at all, he just came closer and closer
I began to run, but he came closer and closer
I ran for my life"

Wyatt remembers himself running to the lake and Chris running behind him. He was now sitting near the spot that Chris caught him. He rememeber a furious Chris falling on him and rolling on the ground a little. They fought and Wyatt tried to take the knife off Chris so nobody will get hurt. He wishes, now, he had let Chris kill him

"He was so much faster than me
And he caught me near the lake, I fell
I was so confused, I could hear my gasping breath
Still he was moving closer, holding his knife
I must have taken it
And then killed him
Cause he lied too still, open wounds, bleeding
Grass and water turned red"

Wyatt was now crying as he was clearly remembered what had happened that day "I am sorry little brother" he said crying as if Chris was there and could hear him. Every year it was becoming harder and harder for Wyatt. He couldn't live with that "I am so sorry sweet little brother" he said again

"Oh boy, what have I done, he was my sweet little brother
Oh boy, how come, I killed my sweet little brother
Oh God, look at him, look at this guilty, lifeless body
I killed my sweet little brother"

Wyatt remembered that him and Chris hadn't talked that day as Wyatt had left early and come home late. They had planned to go to a match together the next day. Chris always wanted to go to a match with Wyatt but he never made it. Although he wanted to go so badly, he never said a thing. Chris was never talking about his problems

"I never heard his voice
Until I watched him die
Now voices chase me
Including his
No, they're all his"

Wyatt was still by the lake. He was now laying down on the grass. At the spot where Chris was laying dead a few years ago. He stayed there and closed his eyes and imagined Chris lieing beside him

"I can't help but wonder whether I'm blessed or cursed
To be the vessel for that perpetual stream of looming, dire visions.
It must be the fate... of a dreamer.."

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