I was crying so hard, I could hardly breathe. My breaths came in short, quick gasps through the tears.
I wanted to run away. I wanted to run away and hide from all of the pain and stay hidden for the rest of my godforsaken life. I was a nobody. I had nothing to live up to and nothing to look forward to or to hope for. The absence of the basic requirements of life was what caused the most pain. With all my family, all of my friends and the only one I ever loved lying dead in the middle of a cold, wet field was all too much for me. I was completely alone now, and it hurt so much. There was no-one, and nothing to tell me that anyone else had escaped. Not even the faintest glimmer of light through the clouds could give me hope. I had lost them all.
I had seen their bodies, my mother and father, lying dead on the ground, blood spilling from those cold, white bodies. My older brother, the only one I had known to trule protect me; always punching bullies and sticking up for me, was also dead. My uncle, my aunty, my mother's parents and my father's father were all dead too. And Colin, my Colin, the only one for me had been holding my hand. I had seen him lying in the damp, dewy grass, reaching towards a sword on the ground that his mangled, dead fingers would never, ever reach.
It was raining now, the drops splattering off the leaves of the trees surrounding me and showering me with their dampness. The moisture dripped off of the tips of my brown hair and spilled down my face like tears, helping to hide the real ones. It hurt so much. Hurt so much to know I was alone in this cold, harsh, dark world. The world that is so messed up. It's difficult to remember how it all went wrong, especially with a mind clouded by sadness and sorrow and the memories of the attack.
