Sister: A Venturiantale Story

Chapter 2: Remembering Alexis

Jordan's P.O.V

*Flashback*

The snow was pounding down us. 9 year old Cierra was holding onto my right hand, and 7 year old Bethany was holding my left. 5 year old Isaac was clutching my legs. Isaac's twin sister Alexis ran over the frozen lake.

"Come back Alexis, the ice is thin and the water is cold and deep!" I called. "Don't worry Jords, I'm right here!" Alexis said back. "Alexis we still need to build the snowman, remember?" Said Isaac. "Oh yeah! Hold on Isaacoolio, I'm coming!"

She said starting to walk. The ice cracked a little and she got startled. Slipping back, Alexis fell straight through the ice. I ran like a bolt and jumped into the hole after her. "Alexis!" I heard Isaac yell. Cierra and Bethany held him back. He started yelling and kicking until he got tired and gave up. The water was freezing cold and extremely deep. I searched for minutes, but I found nothing. I came out of the water crying harder than I ever have.

When the rest saw that I came out without Alexis, they started crying as well. I was soon rushed to the hospital because of hypothermia. "This severe hypothermia for a 13 year old is far too harsh. He may not recover soon enough," I remember the doctor saying. For the next many years I was not in the mood for anything. I turned away the attention for people. I wasn't myself.

*End of Flashback*

I backed up until I hit a wall and then sank to the floor. The Rubix Cube that I had thrown had rolled back to me. I crushed it with my palm, still in a daze. Isaac's quiet weeping was the only sound audible.

Isaac's P.O.V

I looked up at Jordan who was now on the floor. His eyes were blood red and his face was soaked in tears. He looked up at me for a second and I quickly looked away. Jordan adjusted himself.

"Isaac," he said. I looked up. My right eye was almost completely closed because of the cube hitting it. "Come here," said Jordan. I ran over to him and wept onto his shoulder. His arms were around me trying to comfort me, but I knew that Jordan wasn't comfortable himself. By now, Cierra was rubbing my back and Bethany was whispering, "It's okay Isaac, don't cry," ever so often. It was hard to stop, but I eventually did.