Fifteen minutes later, as I glanced at the settled water, something caught my eye. A flesh-colored body lay face-down in the water, small and weak looking. I sprinted to the boy, and carefully flipped him over. "Oh my God, no! NO!! COLBY!!! OH MY GOD COLBY!! COLBY!!!!!!" I screamed as I surveyed the boy's face, rather, my brother's face. "COLBY! COLBY! WAKE UP!!!" I shook my brother's cheeks, urging him to wake up. He couldn't be dead. He's not dead. This is Colby. He's not dead. Colby, my little brother, the one that I went to for everything, the closest person that I ever had to a family. He's not dead. Not Colby. "Colby!!! We can go home now!!!" I was sobbing, my emotions overtaking everything in my body. "Colby!!!"
"Colby, wake up. Look, I got Mr. Captain America. He's ok. We can go home now. Please. Common. Please Colby.... I love you." I knelt down next to his side, and brushed sand off his nose. Holding my brother's body in my hands, I carefully squeezed his hair out and combed it down with my hands. My beautiful little brother. The best thing that ever happened to me was gone. He was dead. Gone forever. And there was nothing I could do.
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The Swing
Teen FictionMy name is Ashlyn Marie Millmorr. I am 17 years old and live in a small town on the coast. I have one little brother, Colby. I love him more than anything on the planet. He is everything I will ever need. He puts himself before others, and loves me...
