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Expedite
"Hurry up!"
Dad screams while he yanks the blanket off me. My head is awake but the rest refuses to move. Thunder clouds in my head, the harsh truth that yesterday was a nightmare and today will be Hell.
"Come one honey, we can't be late for this!"
I look up at him and feel the tears burn behind my bloodshed eyes. Even my bones cry in sadness.
"Daddy, I can't do this."
I speak with dry lips before pulling my blanket back. I never felt so alone, so empty inside.
Lost.
Rain falls, ashes dance, twin brother died.