Losing myself

England. 2. Worldwar A child seeks help in a bomb shelter. All alone. Without anyone it could depend on.

I look around. People are lying everywhere, trying to find a place to sit down.

And to wait. Because that is the only thing we can do now in our situation.

I see faces smeared with tears. I hear crying and other voices, too. I look around the narrow space we

are in, but I can't seem to spot him.

I can't seem to find my little brother.

'Of course not,' I think and try to fight my tears back. After our home had broken down, he

was burried under the wreckage, it's not possible for him to be here. It's stupid of

me to even look for him.

I am all alone.

Sitting between unknown people, without mother nor father.

I like to believe they took my mother to a save place like this one. 

As for my father, he is fighting right now. Defending us.

Trying to stop the Germans from killing even more civilists.

Sadly, he could`t stop them from harming his own family.

But, what ever tomorrow will be bringing, I hope to meet both of them alive.

It will be a tearfull reunion. But as things are, I don't believe in such miracles anymore.

Once more I remember my brothers image, and the moment he ceased to exist...

Short after that my exhaustion takes over and I fall into a slumber, only to

wittness that picture of him over and over again.

Only to wake up later in a terrified state of mind, because of the unforseen future,

the time that goes on and one, and the neverending darkness in the shelter.

I can't surpree my feelings anymore.

Tears are flowing, I am scared and I am all alone....