Screaming

Kind of a sad story

Screaming

That's all I can hear

As I look around

My eyes watering

And my skin flaking off

I see my three month old brother

Only four feet away

But I can't reach him

I can't

Looking out the nearest window

Smoke covering most

I see my father being rushed into the ambulance

And my mother

Who was once tending the once beautiful garden

Sobbing at her knees

Pleading

For her children to be out

I see a passing

In which I could reach my brother

With his eyes bulging out

I make by

Grabbing my brother

I go back

To my position

I go quickly to the window I looked out of before

Now completely in flames

Opening the window

Mother seeing me

Comes beneath the window

I throw my brother

I wish I could of seen

 If my mother had caught him

But it was too late