Dark Sky, Bright Light

Prologue

" Okay, then explain to my why I am even here!" I shout at my therapist. She just put her head in her hands and shook it.

" You don't understand the situation, Italy." She tried to throw at me once again. She kept repeating it over and over again, but she was the one who didn't understand.

" What's the worse thing that has ever happened to you before?" I asked her, looking straight into her eyes when she looked at me. I made sure to keep her eyes locked on mine.

Her stare was nothing but a blank sign.

Nothing screamed tragic accident, if you could even call it that.

" When my grandfather died when I was seven." She told me.

" You were seven, better then him dying now when you knew him longer and had a lot more memories with him!" I yelled, feeling tears starting to burn my eyes.

She was lucky, so, so lucky.

" I understand your situation is worse, but I'm here to help you." She tried to calm me, but by now she should know it was pointless to point a gun with no bullets.

" Okay, then tell me, how am I suppose to get over someone bombing my whole neighborhood and me being the only survivor besides a stupid cat." I sat down, ready to listen to her explanation.

She stayed as silent as my household was before all the screaming started.

" I'm sorry, but I'm leaving." I got up and waked out, giving her one more look in the eye.

The thing that hurt the most about that, was the amount of pity she was sending towards me.

I didn't need pity at that moment though.

I just needed to see my family again.