Burning Blue

Three years ago I sat in my family's beat up old van trying to ignore the fact that my little brother Eric who was nine at the time was singing at the top of his lungs. My parents sat up front holding hands like love birds talking about something I didn't care about and I, at 13, was day dreaming about some childish dream. It happened suddenly then nothing was ever the same again. Now those of us that weren't effected struggle to survive. One sixteen year old going on seventeen against god knows how many Gemmings. I don't like my odds but I won't give up until I get my Eric back.