Hush little baby

Chapter 4

Alice's POV

"I love you mummy and daddy and Alice but I don't love this"

BANG

SPLATTER

I shot up out of bed as well as everyone else and instantly saw George hanging over the side of his bed, a hole though his head and blood pouring out. My mother began to scream and grab hold of him while Laura went to help and dad just stayed frozen with blood splattered over him. I didn't know what to do but just stare as the ringing went though my head and in what appeared to a scene of my mother hugging my brother in slow motion while she hysterically cried and screamed while rocking his. Laura and crying too and trying to comfort my mum.

Though my hazed phase I heard his last words. For a 7 year old to- to just- it just showed the effects of this world.

I need to get use to death. I needed to see it and grow close it it. Or it would hurt me and maybe even destroy me.

I had to think about it this way, Peter Pan was taking him to heaven. Yes he is our loss but he's in a better place now, he's not longer trapped in his hell hole, his death was painless and quick and better than being eaten alive.

He was free. He was free and safe and one of the smart ones.

"At least he's in a better place" I whispered as the tears rolled down my face. My mother started to try and compose her self

"Alice is right, it's better from him to not have to go though this, he was only a child, its better than him being torn apart" she whispered as she kissed his forehead.  

"I'll go out and dig a hole in the morning so we can bury him, as long as the noise didn't attract too many of those things" my father said quietly "for now just wrap him up with a blanket" he said as he began to compose himself. My nodded and her her Laura began to place him back into his bed and wrap him up. Mum placed his stuffed animal inside with him then turned around to my father and Laura

"At least I know he's safe now" she whispered. Laura nodded

"Yeah, just remind your self that he's not going to have to live around this anymore" she whispered and rubbed my mothers back. My father began to remove his shirt and I layed myself back down.

Now I knew that I wouldn't be getting any sleep. Instead I shall lay and listen to the sniffles and the silence of one less breath.

It was horrors like this I needed to learn o face and to cope with. Then I'd be able to make it though this without being too emotionally destroyed.

I turned my head Over to face mum, she too was in a top bunk. I saw that she was reading Peter Pan. I leant over and looked at Laura who was playing with his hands and my father was trying to wash the blood off his face.

I turned myself back around and huddled my self into a ball.

I wanted this nightmare to end, even though I knew it was far from over. I just wanted to wake up and find out I was lucid dreaming or some shit but unfortunately it all seems to be real. If I pinch myself it hurts and if I something happens I get the impact.

I sighed.

I had a long story ahead to go, I knew other events would happens and most would be horrific, and maybe I wouldn't see through to the bitter end, if there even is an end but as long as-

No

There's nothing positive to say. A negative and a negative don't make a positive. There is no bright side, only suger coating, and even that isn't working.