Death is never an easy obstacle to get over. Right when you think the pain is gone, it comes right back. This is in the view of an ignorant, yet curious, twele year old boy. He still has yet to get over the loss of his five dead family members.
Life is never easy in the sense that everything comes and goes. I've never been able to understand why people die, that is I still don't know why. Why do such innocent people leave this earth when there are people that love them so much, is a thought that crosses my mind lately. Still, this is one of the questions living people may never know.
I am not an only child, in fact, I have three other siblings, not that we get along. Being the oldest has its advantages, in my case, living. Also, I will never underestimate the power of having a simple cold. So many things in life are unpredictable, I've learned to deal with it and move on.
"Owen, get your bags and keep moving, otherwise you will not get any supper," snapped my caretaker, though she still has yet to realize the weight of a dead family.
"Whateva', I am busy," I replied in hushed monotone. This is all after the 'incident', and still, my future does not look bright.
I don't bother remembering my family, the pain will hurt too much, all I know is, life goes on. Life goes on, but for me, it ends. I plug in my headphones and turn the volume to high, nothing is going to penetrate my wall of sound. This is the way I stay until I reach my new home. This is the way I stay until I walk into the pitch black house.
