"I hate you, Jack." said little Emma, wiping her tears.
She was sitting near the lake, on the same spot she sat everyday since that horrible incident.
"I hate you so much... how could you do this to me?" she hugged herself tightly.
She still had an image in front of her eyes. Image of Jack, her big brother, falling into the cold, dread abyss.
"It will be fine - you said. Believe me - you said. You know what?" she stood up rapidly. "Guess what, it isn't fine! Mom is crying every day, dad is not the same... and me? I'm sitting on this stupid spot everyday instead of playing with other kids! Look what is the cost of believing you!"
She had squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that it will stop all those horrible images... but it was impossible, they were permanently carved into her mind. Image of the ice getting brittle under her feet. The memory of how terrified she was, how Jack tried to calm her down, make it seem like a game, telling her to believe him... The memory of him saving her, only to fall into the water in return.
She will never forget how she had ran to the house, informed mother about what had happened. How people from village came to the rescue only to realize that there was no chance to save Jack, not without other person falling into the water and repeating his fate.
"You know what, Jack?" she opened her eyes. "I regret it, all this trusting you, believing you. You were always tricking me... I should have known better. You managed to trick me again."
She turned around and started walking ahead, promising herself that she'll never come back to this spot again.
Little did she knew that at the exact the same time - teenage boy who had no recognition of his previous existence - was wondering around the world, desperately wanting for someone to believe him. To see him at least...