Waiting For You

I was standing in the rain hoping my time would come, hoping this would be over. The rain was burning the bare skin on my shoulders and arms. This was it, the burning was getting worse. Maybe it was just me, I was breathing heavily anyway. I was also in a stupor so even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to move.
I was ready to go in this downpour. I had already lost everything anyway. My mum died 2 years ago and my dad, best friend and two big brothers had disappeared last year. I had nothing and I was starving, for I hadn't eaten properly in weeks. Someone could go mad if they stayed alone for that long, I probably have. No one likes a nutcase, do they?
"Nope, no one" I whispered. There you go, the nutcase is talking to herself again. I laughed then stopped myself short. I hadn't laughed in ages - laughter was something that disappeared with the guys.
"Get out of the rain, kid" someone called.
Oh how much I hated being called kid. Did I look like a kid? No! I was 20 years old, way past the kid age.
"Are you deaf? Get out of the rain!" they shouted.
No more mr nice me!
"You get out of the freaking rain if you are bothered so much! Why don't you get your fat arse inside and butt out of my business!" I screamed back. I was laughing again, maybe I couldn't be horrible. Unless that was mean. I don't really care anymore. After all I was in the freaking rain! And it felt so good...

Maybe I wasn't waiting for my time to come, I was just waiting for them to come home. I guess I was waiting patiently, just standing there in the rain. I don't even think it was raining though. I was crying so much that it felt like it was. Like a downpour from my eyes. That's when I saw it and it made me shed more tears. Four of my favourite guys had been taken from me last year and now only two walked towards me. The other two were in coffins behind, with our flag draped over their boxes. My father and youngest brother had been taken from me and I bowed my head, sobbing quietly. I had to be strong, brave, for my survivors. For all the survivors out there. We were strong alone but stronger together.