The Music Room

Flashback

The slow parade of drums echoes against my sixteen year old chest. Three giant pits; black as night lie beneath me. They seem ready to swallow me whole and I am ready to let them. My mind will soon collapse beneath the knowing that I just lost all of my family. In a matter of tiny hours my family was lost to the Soviets. My father and brother were dragged out by the hair, beaten bloody and given time to confess but one thing. Their loyalty to the Soviet Union and that the rebels should stop fighting. And then they were shot. A firing squad have them two shots to the back of the head. As well as countless more who were dragged from the rubble. Some were drowned, others were hung. Most on the other hand were burned alive.
My entire family is dead. I lost them all in one go. And it is all my fault. I killed them.
My mother is dead. She was always beautiful and strong. Gorgeous gray green eyes, long wavy dark hair and as young as could be. She was the love of my father's life. She had a fire within her soul that was hard to put out. This fire traveled quickly from person to person and she could have had an army within five minutes of her saying a few words.
My father joined the fight because he loved his wife, and a good fight. He was a strong, independent man who was kind and courageous. He had the life force of a thousand brave men. My brother, my lovely brother who took care of me when I fell out of a tall tree and broke my arm. He didn't make a fuss, just bandaged it up. Caleb died trying to protect Mum and I. The soviets had tracked us down by using an old cell phone I was playing pretend with. I didn't know I had turned it on. The house was over taken on sight and the survivors were pulled out of the rubble and taken as POW's. I survived because I was small enough to fit inside a cabinet hidden beneath the floors. I waited three days, listening to the screams of the people around me who were wounded and left to die. I can still hear them when it is so quiet. They are just faint enough to be really real and just loud enough to cause me to go insane from helplessness.
Two buglers play taps as my entire world is lowered into that deep dark ground. I hate myself. They have died in vain.