I was sitting in the dark, cold, stone cell, alone and waiting for Tommy to show up from the hell we both had to endure for the months, almost a year, that we had been taken here. What an original name they came up with this place- The Camp. How lovely. And dark. And not to mention, unoriginal. I shivered as I sat near the door, patiently waiting to see Tommy with more wounds and possible scars on his small body.
I hear the click of the door and rose to my feet, getting up just in time to hug Tommy and shield his body from the evil that was surrounding us. He barely held onto me, and this made me so pissed that my bones were rattling with rage. I glared at the guards before they laughed at us and slammed the door shut. I sighed and gently laid Tommy down on the stone floor, getting ready to look and use the supplies I had stolen that kept us alive.
I looked back at him, before quickly going to him, getting out the ointment and the bandages to help him. But when a small hand touched mine, I looked down at him, now noticing his charred and burnt body. My eyes got wide and tears flooded them, blurrying my vision. "T-T-Tommy," I cried as I looked down at him, holding him near me as gentle and loving as I could.
"D-Don't c-c-cry... Sissy..." I instantly looked at him, and saw him... smiling. He was smiling. And I knew what that meant as he stared into my blue eyes. My shoulders trembling, I tried to smile as I wiped away my never ending tears. "I-I'll t-try..."
He smiled a little wider as tears filled his eyes, snuggling closer to me as his breath became faint. "So this... is what death... feels like... I... can't... wait... to see... Mommy... and... Daddy..." I looked down at him again, no longer hearing his breath. That night I bawled my eyes out, holding the carcass of my deceased younger brother as the tears flowed like waterfalls down my face.
I cried, and cried, and cried for hours on end. I wept onto the lifeless body I was holding, hoping- no, begging for the spirit that once inhabited this body to return. But nothing happened. No heart beat. No rising of the chest. Not even the eyes looked like the life they once had.
I had lost Tommy Hawthorn that day. My younger brother. My last bit of sanity.
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Action26 year old Primrose Hawthorn has lived through 10 years of hell, and has only a few things on her mind; One, and her most important, not getting caught by the government who kidnapped her in the first place. And two, surviving on her own. She disco...
