His smile. That joyful, genuine smile that could light up a room. It was gone. All of it, everything good in my life, gone. I kneeled, hunched over the water, for hours, racking my body of sobs until there was nothing left but a whimper. "Colby!! Come back!" I plunged my face into the ocean, and screamed, bubbles emerging and popping in my face. What would I tell Mother?! "Hey Mom, I took Colby to the ocean today. He's not coming back."!! I was going crazy, losing my mind to a psychotic whirlwind of disbelief and overwhelming sorrow. I couldn't even see in front of me, my vision blurred by the tears streaming down my face. All that my mind wanted to see, was a bright and energetic little boy, with blonde curls so bouncy they practically sprung off his head. Not even yet in double digits, who's idea of pain was a scrape on his knee. A mere child, who depended on and trusted me more than he did his own parents, a little boy who just wanted to be a big boy. And I ruined it all for him. I let him drown.
YOU ARE READING
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...
