Crack in the Mirror I couldn't forget as hard as I tired it was still there the memory. I can still sometimes smell the blood the fire. I thought I would die, only worried about my well being I hate my self for that now. It was a summer afternoon when my mother and father were always laughing around the others and me. I thought everything was going to be ok. Till night came I went to sleep early that night only to wake later I heared fussing comeing from the other room. It was dark and the night frightened me I lit a candle and walked from my small little room. Our house was not big it wasn't as small as some in our village but still not big it only had 5 rooms. just enough for a small family. My father had my mother by the arm wispering harshly in her ear, she was crying. Something made a noise I belive I bumped in to a chair my father looked up I dropped the candle and ran back to my room. Thats when it happened. Smoke filled the house and I began to cough. I cried out for my mother she came to my side blood covered her chest as well as hands. She picked me up holding me tightly to her. "Its ok its ok" she said over and over. We got out of our house no flames rose high in the sky. My mother sat me down waiting for the right moment.
Saya the Schiff · Sat Mar 01, 2008 @ 03:34pm · 0 Comments |