Prologue
They cry. They cry.
I hear them cry.
They circle around me, restless, restless.
They whisper things to me and pull my hair, they point me outwards.
Window.
One screams. Shouts.
Shouts.
The others follow him.
They say things I don't understand...
I can not believe it. Is it reality or my imagination?
I won't see them anymore? No? No? No?
No.
Dad...
They keep crying. It's me. Are they.
My brother... no...
Forever...
I can not stand.
This pain.
This.
I... if I could...
...I wish that nothing... of what I wrote here...
...would have happened.
