Harry couldn't figure out how long that ray of sunshine had been peeking through the gap in the curtains before it found it's way to his face; nor did he know how long it took him to be aware of it. However, his aching headache had not failed to take place after as much as four blunts from the night before. But an awful scent of the smoke from last night seemed to still be lingering in his lungs, and his eyes stung so awfully.
He sighed, as he sat up in the hardly ever made bed, eyebrows furrowing at the foggy atmosphere in the room.
He sighed, but coughed violently, his lungs wrenching in pain from the thick layer of smoke laying over the room. He squinted as tears escaped his still red eyes, as he wobbled over to the window, pulling the curtains.
Darkness.
The sky was still a undefinable black, but thick smoke was blurring the whole night sky, and Harry couldn't register more than that, because before he knew what was happening, something pulled him back into the darkness of his room, and as Harry turned around to see his mother standing there, screaming until the word "fire" dried up on her lips. So Harry blindly followed the woman down the stairs, stumbling upon his own feet, until they were outside in the freezing cold air with the rest of the neighbors, who's eyes were glued on one simple thing that sent shivers down Harry's neck.
The next door neighbor's barn.
Thick smoke was filling the air, making the once bright white paint into total darkness like the stone age cave. Plumes of black smoke billowed out of the few windows, and despite the fact that they were all pretty far away, acrid smoke filled his already damaged lungs.
"W- What happened?" He managed to stutter out, stumbling upon his shaking words.
"I'm not sure, honey. Nobody is." Anne who was still in her nightgown, wrapped her arms around the boy, unknown from the fact that, Harry's head was spinning so awfully, because just a few hours ago, Harry was on top of the roof, smoking a blu-
Blunt.
Fire.
Harry hitched his breath as his shameful, hidden eyes fell onto the various shades of pain as the wood was slowly fading out in the shades of the evil. The tall flames ate the small barn as if it was nothing, and if you listened closely, you could hear the faint cries of pain from the few horses that were left in the burning barn. The horses were now helpless, trapped in the traps of a painful death, and wether they were old or young, these helpless creatures would eventually face the face of death itself.
But despite the painful cries, despite the unbearable consequences that were for sure to come, despite the fact that these animals had done nothing to deserve this, Harry felt nothing but emptiness as he stood alone once again, watching the barn that was once so full of life, and peaceful atmosphere now disappear, adding another weight onto Harry's shelf of things to do to get him to feel something.
Harry untangled himself for his mother's loving embrace, and let his feet take him closer to the burning hell in front of him, because he knew the unbearable fact that nobody else knew.
This was Harry's fault.
Now, he was so close, he could hear the faint cries from the few horses inside, but it didn't affect him, for the smoke was already choking the boy, and nor could he see, so he blindly made his way to the side of the barn, in which a lonely window was sitting so peacefully. Harry could clearly hear his mother calling for her son, but the guilt he felt inside had a louder voice, and soon, Harry threw himself inside the flames, desperate to make things just a bit more right. As soon as he was inside, he could already see two fallen horses, who were not yet touched by the deathening shades of death, but clearly the smoke had gotten the best of the two large bodies on the floor. Never had he had a relationship to any animals, but yet he fell to his knees from the two deaths in front of him that he had caused, for these two hearts that had froze because of his ignorance. But before he could register, a huge piece of debris fell, blocking the priceless exit. The unbearable heat from the fire was slowly melting the boy, and soon, large duplets of sweat was forming on his forehead. The raging ferocious fire soon itched it's way closer, making his heart palpitating.
Harry had almost lost all hope when he saw a raging black horse in the corner, in which his eyes were flaming furiously, and Harry almost smiled in awe at the large horse not two feet away from him who had suddenly made his way over to the boy.
Not that he cared that the horse was majestic, but it was alive, it was breathing, and it still had a precious flame of survival inside of it.
This, Harry thought, was going to be his savior. Harry was going to save this one.
But as soon as he reached out for the mysterious horse's halter which sat so prettily in leather on the horse's head, the horse sat back, getting up on his to hind legs, ears pinned back, teeth grinned, and Harry could've swore he saw the white in the horse's eyes, but he wasn't so sure, because soon, he was pushed back by the two front legs, and thick, acrid smoke reduced the visibility to near zero, and seared his eyes.
Dry lungs, lost hope, and a guilt like no other, the darkness took over the boy's already lost life.
