Writing Exercises to Free My Mind

When I saw her pick up my brother, I knew the answer to my fear already. It screamed at me like the pounding of my heart. When she screamed — revealing for certain what I knew in heart — it was like a siren cry, calling my childhood to its death. The day he died, a part of me died. The innocents I knew expired, lost instead to the void that was a reality for all life. I felt cold and empty, save the hot tears scorching down my face. I would never be the same.