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The Soul Taking Pond
Tragedy
 Created on 5-21-08
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I remember when I was in the woods fishing with my big brother the pond I laughed at every joke my brother told me. I loved my big brother Max he was a straight A student and was only in third grade but had the brains of an collage student he was very bright and tall and he had a very strong will to do anything. But he never learned to swim. I was playing around with my brother and he picked me up and spun me around I giggled and was telling him to put me down. My brother did, I looked down at his feet he was to close to the edge I didn’t want my big brother falling off a fifty foot high cliff and I tired to tell him to watch out before I got the chance to he fell his hands hold on the side of the cliff he screamed for my help. I grabbed on to his hands but I was to weak to pull him up tears ran down my face trying to save him from falling but I couldn’t he fell down into the green pound I watched him fall I didn’t do anything I stood there after not being able to help him. I was motionless I stood there tears frozen the wind didn’t blow the birds didn’t sing the sun went black the sky turned blood red the trees died the grass turned brown and the water was gone I saw my brother sink deeper and deeper in to the soul taking water. I saw him mouth my name reaching his hand toward me but I couldn’t grab it, I watched him sink the look n his disappointed face haunted me for years to come, and days to pass, I did nothing to save my brother. I finally got my feet to move I turned and ran away from the pound, I ran away from my brothers’ death, I ran away from everything. The grass came up to my knees they felt like they were stabbing me like needles they stabbed me for leaving my brother there to die in the pond. The tree limbs slapped my arms and cut them for not being strong enough for not being able to pick my brother up and keeping him from drowning. In my mind I kept on repeating the same words over and over “I’m sorry Max I’m sorry for being weak, I’m sorry for leaving you like that. I wish it was me and not you. I’m sorry.”
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