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16 years ago...I knew what colour black meant. Black didn't meant darkness to me, for me it was peace. The dark and danger was Red.The bloody floor, the bloodied body, everything was blood. Crimson Red, Dark Red all was red.
Now I'm sitting beside a gravestone of a person who was only one who tried to his best to love me, not for his benefits not out of pity he loved me just for me.
Now even he was gone.
I remember how he hided me in his dark closet, how he begged me me not to come out until he says so, he never asked me to come out and I never did.
Mom and dad were out probably on other business meeting or spending some quality time alone.They left us behind alone in the house, but when they came back I was there alone in the house. Cause...
He died....My brother died while protecting me.
Daniel is Dead.
His painful screams engraved in back of my brain, but now they scream to me to seek revenge for him, and
