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"Jack!" I screamed as he fell through the ice, plunging into the icy water

I tried to run over to Jack. I really, really did! But when I got there... the hole was beginning to freeze over with ice. My little fits hit the ice so many times that they began to bleed. I got up and began to run back to the cottage. The snow crunched beneath my feet as I ran up many hills to get home. Within 5 minutes I was back at the small cabin and I burst through the door.

"DAD! MOM! HELP!" I screamed at the very top of my lungs, tears were streaming down my face and I felt as if my little heart was being squeezed by an invisible force.

"Pippia! What's wrong? Wheres Jack!?" my dad asked, worry and concern all over his face.

"Jack fell through the ice! It cracked and he fell through the ice!" I yelled at him. My dad was up in two seconds, running straight out the door and down to the lake.

"Pippia! Pippia, its okay honey, tell me what happened." My mother soothed, but I could see the fear in her eyes.

"We were sk-skating and the ice cracked un-under me!" I explained through my sobs "Jack told- told me that we were gonna p-play a game and he got over t-to more solid ice playing hop scotch. H-he told me to d-do it too so I did and he pulled me away with a stick. H-he smiled and then he... he..." I broke into shacks and sobs, as did my mother. We curled around each other and let our tears fly down our faces, until my father burst through the door.

His eyes full of sorrow and loss, his body drenched in cold water.

He sat down with us, and for the next hour, screams and sobs echoed through the cabin. My father did not even wipe away his tears before going to the local church and telling the priest of our... loss. We were all pale and white and... empty. My mother did not rub my back in comfort, nor did she move at all. She just stared into space. And that's when the facts hit me.

My brother was dead.

And it was all my fault.