A/N: Abracadabra is back! Hopefully for good this time 🙂 Enjoy!
They hate me. And it’s all because of him. Beckett flipping Fowl. Nobody talks to me any more. No kiss goodnight. No ‘congratulations!’ after I don’t blow up the house. And no dinner with my family. Everyone goes straight to their rooms now. Except for Artemis. He moved out the day it happened. Left us for some stupid girl. He doesn’t love me any more. Not after what happened.
Beckett and I were playing tag by the lake. He sprinted behind a tree and I leapt after him. Slowly creeping up on the playful laughter. I poke my head around the corner, grinning as he jumps. He takes a step back, as if he’s going to run away, and I hear him shriek. I dart forward, trying to grab his hand. But it’s too late. I watch helplessly as he topples off the bank, screaming my name the whole way down. I sob as he hits the water, thrashing desperately, screaming for help. He can’t swim. Neither of us can.
His struggles grow weaker and I scream for help. Father sprints towards us, but I know he won’t make it. I jump off the bank, trying to get towards Beckett. I hear a horrible screech, like an animal being slowly tortured, and block my ears, proceeding to slip under the water. Only then do I realise that I am the cause of the sound. I thrash wildly, trying to get to the surface, and feel two arms wrap around my waist. I’m dragged to the surface, and father begins towing me to the bank-and away from Beckett. I shriek and splash, desperately trying to get back to my brother, but he’s already gone. If I hadn’t jumped in, he would have been rescued. If I hadn’t jumped in, he’d still be alive. If I hadn’t jumped in, I’d still have a brother. I killed him. And he killed me.