I feel someone's hands wrap around me, pulling me back to my feet.
But I can't breathe, I can't focus my eyes on the person helping me because I'm just too numb, too unbearably hurt.
And I hear a voice, a familiar voice that I just can't make out because it was almost entirely blocked out by the voices and distorted memories flooding my mind.
My brother, dead. Crushed by a building.
And despite everything, the last memory I have of him was his eyes. His beautiful eyes that were so dull and lifeless even before his life came to an end.
They would haunt me till the day I die.
It's my fault.
It's my fault.
It should of been me.
They won't remember you
They won't remember you
The only thing blocking out these thought were screams, my own screams that I bet were so ear-piercing, so unbearable I'm surprised the person didn't let go.
Greyson was the brother I loved to dearly I would of done anything for him, anything to keep my brother with me.
I love him so much it hurts.
Everything hurts too much and it's not fair.
It's not fair that he died instead of me and it's not fair that I had to watch.
That was the last thought that sprang my mind before I was overtaken by darkness.
I really wish I could stay in that darkness.
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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed.
Surrounded by a familiar gaze and familiar scents.
"Tyler?" I breathe out
"You're finally awake" he says, smiling weakly
He never smiles.
"How long have I been out for?" I ask
"3 days"
I feel my eyes widen "What?"
Instead of saying anything, he sits on the edge of the bed.
All the memories rush back through my mind, I force myself out from underneath the covers. Fighting so hard for the tears to not fall down my face again.
"How many?"
I could tell he knew exactly what I meant but he didn't respond. Instead he just stared at me, too much I felt exposed to his gaze.
"How many what?" He asks
Oh he knows exactly what I mean.
"How many casualties? How many people did I kill?" I say
Well that's something I never thought I'd say.
"47" he says
My jaw drops
"Oh my god"
"And how many casualties from the fire?" I ask
He pauses.
"How many?"
"52 dead, 72 injured"
Now I pause.
"How did you do that?" He finally asks
"How did I do what?" I ask knowing exactly what he's referring to. And he knows it to.
He stares at me for a moment before answering "How did you do it"
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Amongst the worst
FantasyThis story follows 5 siblings living with their aunt and uncle after being abandoned by their parents. Clueless about the real world around them and who they really are, they continue training by order of their father who is now gone. What happens w...
