Now I can guess what you're thinking that I'm being over dramatic. But it really did change my life and for the worse. Me, being the big brother I am, I was looking after Tommy. Tommy's my little brother for anyone asking. I was looking up at the sky, at the stars, when I here a splash.
Tommy had fell in the pool when I didn't even know that he was near it. I was too busy admiring the stars, per usual. I held my breath and ran to him as fast as I could. When my lungs begin to ache from lack of oxygen I wondered if it hurt Tommy as much. I dived in after him and although I loved to swim, I'd never been good. My dad used to joke that I went down like a sack of potatoes. I tried I really did, but I couldn't breath. I managed to grab the back of his T-shirt and desperately tried to yank him up, but he was really heavy. I'm not sure how long he was under there.
Everything was blurry. As I was sobbing, water continued to enter mouth and trail down my throat but I didn't care in the moment. His skin was a pale blue and that's all I could see. I hear the click of the door and heavy footsteps thumping closer to me. My mother's scream could be heard throughout the air. I remember my mother's pleads for me to let go so my father could pull up Tommy. My grip lessened and my father begin to pull Tommy's body up and try to perform CPR on Tommy's lifeless body and that's the last thing I can remember.
Now I know what you're thinking. Tommy's dead. Which was true but he's alive but not so well and that haunts me to this day. Depressing right?
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The stars
General FictionWho doesn't love the stars? This story is depresso espresso so beware if you're sensitive towards sad things.
