Many days I wake up crying, tears of mixed anger, joy, and sadness. On bad days they come with extra yelling, and screaming. Always drenched in sweat, shaking, feeling the horror of that one night and my fateful decisions, the deductions that killed my brother and sister. I was only thinking to survive , thinking of only myself. Every day I regret it, every day I pay, with sleeplessness and depression, anxiety and panic attacks. It all started that one day...
