A/N: Title: Losing Jack
Summary: The poem of Jack's memories, but from his sister's point of view.
His eyes locked on me,
His voice telling me not to look down,
Just look at him,
Trying to calm me
It will not work,
Doesn't he get that?
We are both surely dying,
And I don't want to die.
I don't want to lose my goofy older brother,
And I don't want to lose my life.
I want to get out of here,
I want to go HOME.
But soon I will be far away,
Where home cannot reach me,
Sleeping beneath ice,
Drowning.
He tells me calmly,
Not to look down,
And that we're going to play hopscotch,
Like we play every day.
But every day is not,
Today.
Every day is not,
A struggle to survive, to never fall through…right?
He takes one, two, then three steps,
At least my brother is safe,
But I don't want to die,
Now that I know he is going to live.
So I muster up my courage,
And take one small step forward,
Then another.
He mumbles along with me,
As I attempt to get to him.
But the trouble is,
My steps aren't big enough,
I'm going to fall through.
But then he saves me,
By the end of his hooked staff,
And now he is sleeping under ice,
I have lost my brother Jack.