User blog comment:Miika Kiryu/my friends story/@comment-1672334-20091201195458

how about this one...

He looked up at the sky wondering where had the hope gone to ? Where was the belief that made him feel like everything was going to be okay? Where were the angels now? The ones his mother told him about. The, sweet, loving angels that gave us all we needed.The guarduians. Why ahd they let this happen? Why had they taken her away? He looked down feelings swimming swiftly through him. Frustration. Angrer. Sadness. Regret. Tears started to form in his eyes. He looked back at the ruined house as they rolled his mother's body out. He turned violently away, remebering what had happned. Softly he turned to his sister, standing in the corner. He knew she didn't even feel close to how he felt. she was happy. Happy that the most hateful thing in her life was gone forever and never coming back. He just couldn't bear it. He turned away and started walking. To where? He didn't know he just needed to be away from her. then the walking became running and the running became searching. Searching for what was taken but knowing that he would never find it.