Disclaimer: Harper's Island belongs to CBS.
Hey, this is my first attempt at fanfiction. So crossing my fingers and hoping everything goes well – though oddly enough not that much of a challenge to type like this.
My name is Abby Mills. I had come home for my best friends wedding. It was supposed to be the new beginning for his fairytale romance. But something terrible happened, one by one people from the wedding party were picked off and killed. All these deaths were orchestrated by John Wakefield, with the assistance of his son; my best friend, Henry James Dunn, my brother. Their rampage lasted for days, until John Wakefield threatened my life and Henry responded in the only way he knew – he killed him. Henry wanted to keep me on his island like a caged butterfly forever. Jimmy and I though managed to escape; in the process I killed Henry, my brother, my best friend. The freedom I earned has stained my hands with blood. John Wakefield and Henry Dunn are dead, there is no one left to continue on. For once I felt it was safe but little did I know how wrong I was …
I looked down at Jimmy while he was huddled in the safety on my lap. Gently moving the dark locks of his bruised and bloodied face I was once again thankful that he was alright, that he was still alive – I don't know what I would do if I lost him too. Loosing him so soon after finding him, and knowing that I'd be responsible for his death. There are two many deaths that lay at my feet already.
Lost in the sound of the waves that lapped gently around her legs and feet and staring lovingly and protectively at Jimmy, she almost forgot the situation she was in. Almost missing the painful grunt as Henry eased himself to his feet and the sound of his uneven stagger as he made his way towards her, bent over the prone figure.
With sudden alertness to the danger, she grabbed the hunting knife and turning quickly and stabbed blindly at the shadow looming over her. This was the man, who had out manned and out manoeuvred those stronger than her, and she did it. She managed what all those before her couldn't or wouldn't, she stabbed Henry.
Shock both marred their faces, and tears both fell down their face. They both fell together … fell on the land where once upon time they laughed and played, which was now slowly having blood spilled upon it. Her hand hovered upon his chest, feeling the movements of the heart. Leaning forward, Henry looked into her eyes gasping and she prepared herself for the last few angry words that he would say to her, that he would say to anyone. But it never happened, instead a hand brushed gently along the side of her face.
"I … love you, Abby", he expelled with his laggard breath. His body exhausted it's breath and went limp, supported only by one of her hands held to his chest.
Removing her hand, she watched in shock as he fell backward. Heard the sickening sound as bones impacted on the pebbled shore and water slowly lapped at the side of his face. Blood had already begun to mix with the water, and slowly in that small area, the water had turned red.
Gasping back tears, she turned and made her way back to Jimmy who was slowly making his way to his feet. With quick strides she managed to grab him around his waist before he tumbled on the slippery ground. There were too many deaths at her feet, and one more than she'd like staining her hands. Seeing Jimmy's face leaning towards her, she snapped to attention.
"Let's get going Abbs. We should get to the met point".
Slowly bringing her head to his shoulder and shielding her from the sight of Henry's figure, the pair made their way towards the meeting point and deeper into the island. A journey hindered by the mud, blood and water sticking to their clothing, that would occasionally catch on the undergrowth. From there on they would be taken away from Harper's Island - away from this place of death and destruction.