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The day my brother died, a piece of me died with him. He was everything to me. He knew when I was sad, and he knew how to make it better. He could make the most mundane task so much fun. He kept the nightmares and bad things away. He could do anything. He could survive anything. So when he told me he would save me that day out on the ice, I believed him. Wholeheartedly. I just forgot to ask if he could save himself.
Timothy was the one who had heard me screaming his name. I was calling and calling, "JACK! JACK! GET UP HERE! THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE!" I yelled. Jack always stopped and came back to me when I said that. This time though he didn't. I kept calling all the way up until Timothy grabbed me and carried me back home. I fought him when he did that. Told him that we couldn't just leave Jack in the lake. Told he we had to get help, that Jack was just stuck and need a little help. Timothy just stared ahead and didn't let go. He tried to hide it you know. His tears, but I saw them. And that's when it sunk in. My big brother was gone.
Tim carried me all the way through the forest, back through town and even through my house to my room. He ignored the villagers confused and pitying looks and my mothers questions, just walked around like he owned the place. Like Jack would of. Jack always did whatever he wanted. He never did what he was told, at least not right away. He went the long way round, having fun the whole time. My heart constricted as an image of his laughing face appeared in my head. "Jack..." I thought sadly. I didn't fight like I always thought I would when someone died. I had always imagined that I would struggle, fight to get to the person. So that they weren't all alone. But I found out that you feel too empty to fight, like when that person left, they took a vital part of you with them, to heaven. I wondered if Jack would like heaven. I could hear Timothy telling my mother what had happened. I registered her sobs echoing through the small house and the quiet click of the front door closing. I didn't move though. I just wondered what heaven was like and waited for Jack to wake me up from this awful nightmare, just like he always did.