A/N: Okay guys, this is my first attempt at a Harper's Island fic, so I'll try my best. I am so sad that HI is over and I must do something to keep it alive haha Since I have literally nothing to do except read a stupid book for my English Lit class (Wuthering Heights, *cringe*), I hope to spend a lot of time working on this. Please, please review! Disclaimer: I own nothing! =[
~Abby~
"Abby? Abby!" I hear vaguely from behind me. I turn to acknowledge the man lying behind me, but as I do my eyes are once again drawn to the face of my best friend. My brother.
What have I done? is all I can think as my gaze shifts down to the boarding knife protruding from his abdomen. From the wound comes a steady stream of blood, a river of crimson that washes over the rocks as the waves lap at Henry's head and immobile body.
For a moment all I know is how still he is- his chest does not rise nor fall, his eyes stare up at me, glazed over, without blinking. The last thing he saw was me pushing the blade through his body. The last thing he saw was my betrayal and my trying to kill him.
"Henry?" I whisper, my voice weak from the cold breeze against my skin and the freezing water rushing over my feet. "Henry?" I venture again, hoping for a response, as I reach over and shake him. I move closer to feel a pulse and continue shaking him with all of my strength as I desperately scream his name.
"Abby! Abby!" Jimmy yells again. I ignore him. Can he not see what I've done? Does he not see Henry lying on the ground, the blood pooling beneath him only to be washed away by the increasing tide?
The next thing I know is that Jimmy has grabbed me from behind and is pulling me away from Henry's still form. I struggle against him, desperate to hold onto any hope that the Henry I once knew will look up at me and say that this has all been a horrible joke. A horrible, terrible, perverse prank.
Although on any normal day Jimmy could easily overpower me, he is not at his best today and can no longer hold onto my struggling, hysterical body. He lets me go and I sink to the ground, allowing the crimson-stained water to wash over me as I gaze into Henry's lifeless eyes. I reach over and take his hand.
It's already cold.