My name?

Well let's start at the very beginning of my story, I was born in 1994 to the Blake family and named Crimson making me now seventeen, my birthplace was in the countryside in England but the name is no longer remembered and the place not even I would recognise after the chaos which happened so rapidly.

My brother, Indigo; a few years older than me, had cropped brown hair usually spiked up in a casual disarray and clear blue innocent angel eyes you could always trust even when they had mischief hidden behind them you knew he was loyal, he was the usual protective yet annoying older brother but we were always close, I could tell him anything.

My mother Melanie, I never knew her, she unfortunately died at birth with me, from the pictures we had I could tell she was very beautiful and I look a lot like her now, the same auburn hair and large almost catlike green eyes but from the memories my father had told me of her she was calm and logical, more like my brother in that aspect.

And finally my father John, he and my brother could have been identical with the brown hair and blue eyes yet my father wore his in a tidier cleaner cut, he could be strict and had a quick temper but everything he did was out of love for me and my brother which was so clear to anyone who knew him. It was just us three and the memory of my mother, no grandparents nor uncles or aunts and well I didn't think anything of it back then.

I had a normal upbringing, I was an average student unlike my intelligent brother, I had a couple of close friends within the large group we would be present in, and I would have been described as a good listener with a calm attitude which has now been diminished into anger and resentment all because of the tragedies that happened on February 12th 2009, My 15th birthday.

It was early morning when my father barged in with an alert looking Indigo at his side who reached for my duffel bag and started cramming in any clothes available while my father peeked out the window before coming to sit by me, the anxiousness was worrying me yet the early morning was keeping a thick fog at the front of my mind not letting me understand, well until I glanced out of my window, thick black clouds veiled the crying sky as houses were being set alight, my neighbours and other unseen members of the public's cries and screams filled the air and puddles on the ground had a slight red tinge to them, yet I could see no threat, I saw no psychotic beings.

We ran down to the basement where my father hurled a treasured antique bookcase and vase out of the way revealing a deep narrow tunnel which after kissing my forehead and giving me a sad smile I was then pushed down with my brother while my father masked our escape, that was the last time I saw my loving father.

The confused yet anguished tears were flooding down my face by this point, I was confused by not knowing what was going on but it seems my father had foreseen this monumental day and had explained and trained my brother on what to do, how to stay safe and survive, my brother who was just eighteen at this point had so much thrown onto his shoulders at too young an age.

We crawled for what seemed like days through the underground tunnel which went so deep we couldn't hear anything other than our tired limbs clambering against the dirt, all we could see was the enveloping dark that surrounded us until a small shaft of light hit our eyes and what seemed to be a bend.

We were deep in a forest I had no idea where we were, what we were doing yet I followed my brother numb and unfeeling, we didn't talk as neither of us could find the words to say nor comfort one another as this was it now, our future wiped away like a piece of dirt, the luckiest we could be was to survive another day.