A year ago
The screaming could be heard even if you could not see the people that were screaming amongst the darkness. A solid, long, high pitch sound that pierced the inky blackness of night.

Then silence.

That was the most unnerving bit, the wait.

Then a new sound came, a whistle from up above.

Everything that followed was chaos.

A loud BOOM! As the deadly bomb hit a building.

That is when the screaming came in and lots of it.

The bombs seemed to get closer and closer like a thunder cloud in reverse.

A small boy huddled a little girl, both silently weeping, hoping beyond hope that their parents were safe.

The boy could be no older then thirteen, with a strong jaw line and athletic build. His short brown hair desperately tried to hide his weeping brown eyes.
The younger girl, only about eleven, could only be the boy's younger sister. She had the same eyes, a warm brown like melted chocolate and long hair in a messy ponytail to match. Only she had the build of a gymnast.

The bombing carried on through the night and into the early morning. But the siblings were left in that corner huddled up and crying .

Waiting for parents who would never come home.