Staring at the blood that belongs to the unknown, painted around me, all I could muster up was a chilling scream.
Pain, pain was the only feeling I was in, not because of my injuries but because of my mind. I was the cause of this, I dragged my friends and family into this where they are risking their lives and the chance of never returning home, because of me.
I needed to escape this nightmare, this personal hell, and make sure my family knew I loved them.
Time seemed to stop, that mental clock freezing, as I stared at the boulder, that came plummeting down the hill right behind my unsuspecting twin brother.
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Where The Clouds Go
RandomCecilia and Sebastian Caruso haven't had the easiest life by any means. At only twelve years old they were abandoned by their mother and left at an adoption center by their "father". When the truth spills that Marcel Caruso wasn't their birth father...
