I look at him , I shake him , I try to wake him up , but he doesn't . He lies still, his limbs twisted into a strange contorted position . My brother , my precious, precious brother is no more . I curl up on the ashes and sad remains of what was once our home and begin to cry . Then from deep within a scream uncontrollably bursts from my lungs . I scream as loudly as my fragile , sick frame will let me all while acidic like tears pour down my pale , bloodied face . My vocal cords strain and fill my throat with shockwaves of pain . I let out one last scream of complete and utter anguish before my lungs give up and my cry for help is cut off , all because my feeble , frail , brittle body cannot keep up with the pace of this fast , swirling, surreal , harsh and unforgiving reality . I try and wipe my eyes to rid them of the apparent sign of weakness which is tears , it doesn't work , the gears in my heart and brain force my eyes to carry on crying . Eventually I manage to stop and look around at my mundane , burnt surroundings . I see them , two figures ! I rush over to them screaming "Mum and Dad !" There is no reply , there is no cheerful , safe , reassuring voice to save me from the whirlwind of madness , just corpses , lifeless corpses who cannot save anything or anyone from even the most immanent of dangers . I stare at the sad , featureless bodies that used to be my parents , burnt , and bloodied ... so much blood , no too much blood ! My eyes sting again with same same torturous , temptation to let tears come streaming down my cheeks from the now dark abysses which make up my sore , painful , red eyes but they are drought and waterless , I have been robbed of even the simple pleasure of crying . My ash and blood stained body tries limp , unavailingly I stumble to the ground as I feel a shock of pain generate from my ankle . I let a whimper of pain escape from my lips . As I lie there on the ground , I find myself looking up at the sky . It's blue ,the same blue it's always been , it hasn't changed , it's amazing and as I stare at its bright , oceanic , endless , infinite blue abyss of beauty, I think to myself , /they are up there they are free ... but I am still stuck in this hell the holds me with a grasp of some what endless suffering .
