17 October 2012
I am different. I know that. But as flames roar around me , realism snapped in; I had caused this. Crawling though the smoke, I knew I had to get my brother. After reaching for him, I cradled him in my arms and climbed on to the roof...
Another nightmare jolted me awake. Sometime I let my self believe that it was all just a bad dream. But it wasn't. It was " the tragedy of Norcliffe road" as the newspapers called it. That was the night of the death of my mum and dad.
Smoke In The Sky • Opuss № I