{Four Years Ago}
"Stace!" I turned and my brother grinned at me, holding a rabbit in his hands.
"Omg! I can't believe you actually caught it!" I ran to him, but stopped a few paces before. It is so hot and my fat was bringing me down.
I reached into my book bag and grabbed my water bottle. I took a huge sip and put it back, wiping my forehead. I could just melt in this heat.
I squinted and looked at my brother. No sign of him sweating. His slightly over-sized t-shirt let air flow freely, cooling his body. He looked at me and held the rabbit towards me. It's white fur felt soft when I pet it.
"Can I hold it?" I asked him, jumping up and down.
"Sure!" He walked closer to me and put the rabbit in my arms. It squirmed a little but I managed to keep it calm.
"You think dad will let us keep it?" He asked eagerly.
"Maybe," I said, not so sure.
"What do you have there?" Mom asked, walking with dad towards us.
"Mom, look! It's a rabbit. I caught it over where the field of flowers is," my brother said, pointing at the tall sun flowers near the edge of the mountain.
"That's dangerous, don't you dare go anywhere near there anymore. You hear me?" said our father, angrily.
"Yes, dad," my brother mumbled, lowering his head.
"Now, let the rabbit go."
"Can we keep it instead?" I said, looking at my mom with pleading eyes.
"No! That animal could have any type of disease! Can't you ever think of something useful? You're so stupid!" Smack! His hand hit me hard on the side of my head, making me tip over and accidentally drop the bunny.
"No! My bunny is running away," my brother shouted. He ran after the bunny. I got up and chased after him, right behind my dad.
"Don't go after it! Watch your step!" My father screamed after him. I guess my brother didn't hear. The rabbit ran toward edge. My brother ran after it. Then, the rabbit made a quick turn and went into the field of tall grass. My brother was running full speed and tried to make a stop, but he tripped over a Rock and fell off the side of the mountain.
My father, mom, and I ran and stood over the edge of the mountain, watching as my brother fell down, down, down the mountain and slapped against the water below us. The lake was so far down. And we all knew that if you fall from the mountain, you instantly hit the rocks that are near it.
The current was strong. We stood still for a few second, waiting for my brothers bloody body to come back up.
A minute passed.
Nothing.
Another minute passed.
Nothing.
"Oh my god! Call the police, Adam! Hurry! He could be dead!"
An hour passed and the police finally came. The had rescuers, ambulances, and reporters surrounding us.
My mother was shaking and crying. My father holding on to her, his eyes getting teary. I sat on a rock far from them.
A few policemen came towards us.
"I'm sorry mam'. We have looked everywhere in the lake. There is no sign of your child anywhere. There is a possibility that your son'a body might have been dragged over to a larger body of water down over there by the current," he said, pointing at a bigger lake far from us. "But, if that's true, it would take weeks to find his body. Do you still want us to continue the search or not?"
"Of course!" My mother shouted between sobs. "Do anything that's in your power to find him! Anything!"
The officer nodded and left. They moved their search group to the bigger lake, leaving us alone. You could barely see them, it was so far away and so far down.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, hoping it was a dream. It's not.
"This is all your fault," my father said, getting up from his seat. "If you hadn't let go of that stupid rabbit he would've still been here!"
He walked towards me and grabbed me from my shoulders. He pulled me up from the rock I had been sitting on and threw me to the side. I was so near the edge of the mountain. I freaked out and crawled fast towards a safer area.
I felt to strong hands pull me back. My dads hand went up to my neck and held my body, leaning me over the edge.
"Why couldn't have you fallen instead, huh? Why? Why him? It's all your fault! You should be dead instead!"
My mother ran towards us and yanked us apart.
"Let'a just go home, now! If anything, they'll call us," She said calmly, wiping the tears from her face.
The whole ride was silence.
Two weeks passed and they never found my brother's body.
My father grew anger against me. Jonah, my brother, had always been his favorite.
If I had known it would be like this,
I would've purposely thrown myself over the edge.
