Last Alive?-Grethan

Chapter 6

Grayson's POV

The second my eyes had cleared up from the light that streamed into the darkness of my eyes that had not been used to natural sunlight in so long, I saw something incredible.

Everything was still there, the trees, the grass, flowers, sky a bright blue with clouds dispersed about and the warm glowing sun that grazed across my body.

I took a deep breath of the refreshing air through my nose and exhaled through my mouth. Everything seemed so surreal, had anything ever happened, was I even alive at this point?

I started to tear up, everything was so overwhelming, the fact that everything was still here, did something really happen then? What happened on that day I was trapped in the cellar?

I looked around in search of any similarities I remembered from before, and as I looked around my eyes had gazed upon trees that had fallen down, an overgrowth of greenery where my parents would typically mow the lawn, everything looked abandoned, the grass massively tall, with plants sprawled all about, it was all here, large and proud. The nature was flourishing.

As I kept looking around my eyes landed on some ruble that had been not to far from where I stood, leading to the way of my home, "My House!"

I had just remembered of that place, is it still there, was that what the ruble was a part of? As I followed the trail of ruble walking past the fields that once held food to be harvested now covered with patches of grass and plants, probably torn apart by whatever happened. I eventually found myself in front of a huge pile of wood and stone that was once my house.

I was shocked, I had contemplated about this and accepted this when I was down there but seeing it in person was different, I was speechless, couldn't move, didn't know what to do exactly.

Here my home once stood now a pile of trash littering the ground beneath it. Where I spent my time everyday, so many memories it once held all gone.

I placed my suitcase on the floor and sat down on it, I swung my backpack around pulling the straps off my arms and looked for Harry before pulling him out and hugging him close to my chest. I stared lifelessly at my house now scattered about. I didn't know what to do next, what to do with myself, how to live with myself.

I feel like it was my fault my mom had died that day she put me in the cellar, I could have been quicker and seen how erratic she had been and helped her out and maybe we could have had enough time for the both of us to get down there, or at least die together and not have to live with this immense guilt that ached in my heart.

I noticed something wet across my cheeks and went to touch it as my fingers were now soaked in tears, I hadn't even noticed I was crying. I started sobbing, yelling at nothing or anyone, just yelling, taking out all my anger, the sadness, the frustration, the pain of of it all, everything that was built up inside of me from that cellar all exploded from within me right now.

I kicked and screamed, tore out the plants, the grass and dirt scrunched up in my fists, threw rocks around, picked up planks of wood and broke them to pieces, eventually just dropping to my knees and sobbing until I had no tears left to cry.

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