The Lost Family

I have no one

I cradle her in my arms, sob uncontrollably, apologise to her and my mum over and over again and kiss her on her forehead.
I know this is it.
The moment I have dreaded.
I'm alone.
There is no way grandma can be saved.
And dad is still fighting in the war, there is no way to get to him.

I give grandma one final kiss on her cheek and stand up.
I have blood all over my shirt and my hands.
I try to carry her out of the corridor but it's useless, she's too heavy.
I run out of the house, blood still stained on me, and shout out for help.
"HELP HELP!" I scream. "I NEED HELP!"

As I shout, one of my neighbours, who is 15 years old runs out of his house.
As he nears me, his eyes widen, and a look of distraught plasters onto his face. "Hana!" He shouts "What happened to you, did the Serbs get you, are you alright!?"
As I sob I manage to squeeze out, "grandma, she, sh-she fell down the stairs. She was confused and tried to run away!"

"Don't move!" He says to me" I'm going to go and call my brother to help"
He pats me on the shoulder, turns swiftly and runs off to his front garden, calling his brothers name.

His brother, who is 12 or 13 opens the front door, even though I cannot hear what they're saying, I know that the brother is saying 'What do you want!?'
After a few more seconds of them talking, and the 15 year old waving his arms about and pointing to me, the brother runs back into the house and minutes later returns with a large door in his arms.
How did he manage to carry all that by himself?
But seriously, a door?
How is a door going to help grandma?

They come into the house and tell me to go into the living room, to give them space.
I peek from the safety of the living room to see what they are doing to her.
"Bring me a wet cloth" the 15 year old brother says.
I run to the far side of the living room- where our kitchen is joined to, wet a cloth, give it to him and return to the living room.
He cleans up the blood from the floor and grandma's head, as if he had done it many times before, no sign of emotion or disgust on his face.

On the count of three they attempt to roll her onto the door, and after lots of grunting and 'ughh she's so heavy' 'push harder!' and 'gghhhnnnngg', they successfully roll her onto the door, which had been lying on the floor.

"What are you doing?"I question them, wondering why on Earth my grandma's body was lying on a door.
The 12/13 year old turns to look at me and says,"we need a way to carry her out of the house"

"Hana" the 15 year old says to me.
"yeah?" I question him.
"we are going to need your help when we carry your grandma outside, she's too heavy for just the both of us" he says.
I hesitate for a moment, wondering how we were going to carry her.
"Yes, erm..." I finally say to him, signalling for him to tell me his name.
They've lived in the neighbourhood for 2 years and I still don't know their names!
Well I'm a great neighbour!
Realising I don't know his name, he smiles at me and says, "Arian,my name is Arian"
"And I'm Elis" the younger brother joins in.
"Thanks" I grin.
"What's so funny?" they say in unison, tilting their heads in confusion like little puppies.

I lower my head to try and hide my embarrassment and explain to them, "I've always wanted 4 children"
"two girls called Ariana and Elanora, and two boys called... Arian and Elis"

Arian looks at me and smiles, and we share a meaningful look. He's actually quite good looking, and I wonder how I have never noticed him before.
His dirty blonde hair, cut short at the sides, but long at the front and falls limply on his forehead.
His sharp jawline, high defined cheekbones contrasting with the soft content look on his face.
And lastly his eyes.
Dark brown ,with a green undertone that shines through, reflecting the sunlight.

As I stare at him, he waves at me and says, "Hello, did you hear what I said"
I immediately snap out of the daydream my mind was revolved in and say,"huh?"
He looks at me and lets out an annoyed grunt.

"We have to lift the door and take your grandma outside, then you and Elis will look after your grandma's body whilst I call for some help, they will probably question us about what happened, but don't worry, you won't be in any trouble " he says, without taking a single breath.
"Phew" he exclaims, exaggerating his exhaustion.
"You made me say all that again " he laughs.

"Wouldn't it be better if we just called someone to take her away, I mean, I don't think even the three of us will be able to carry her out of the house"
He looks at me for a moment asks,"who would we call? Does the ambulance take away dead bodies?"' I shiver at the word 'dead'
Grandma is dead.
My mother is dead.
My father could be dead.
I have no one.