10 years... 10 have passed an I still remember that day vividly. A tragic event like that is not easily forgotten. I was just a child crying in the hands of my grandmother. From the stories I've heard, death was not uncommon among them but on that day the world... I lost all of them. Not just my father and mother, but their friends were like family to me. The whole world had suffered a great loss. Six of it's greatest heroes and my family, all struck down by a manic.
Almost everyone was there. People from all corners of the Universe and all types of beings. Comrades they made over the years. Most of us were either being consoled or consoling someone. Iris consoled Dawn and Don, Karen consoled Carol. Dick and Tim consoled Alfred. The people who cried the loudest or had the saddest faces didn't stand out, it was the ones who were lacking that did. Damian was the scariest, his eyes were lifeless. He just sat there staring ahead, not reacting to anything Dick told him.
My grandmother wiped the tears of my face but new tears would just form. I knew she meant well and tried her best but I wanted to be with my brother/ I asked her where he was, I demanded to know. She looked away from me and pointed at his direction. As I said, the ones that stand out aren't the ones crying but it was people like my brother who did. He sat there with his sun glasses on with an angry expression. I couldn't see his eyes I the longer this funeral went on the more and more it was apparent. Friends went up there to talk about them and try to brighten the mood with funny stories about the... but both my brother's and Damian's expression never changed.
They asked some of us if they wanted to go up. Most respectably refused, Damian whispers no but my brothers response was most memorable. He looked at the ceiling... took a deep breath... got up and said "F*ck this". Everyone was stunned by his response, Damian even looked to see. He began to walk out but a boy by the name of Billy Batson got in his way. I remember very little about him but from what I hear he looked up to my father. From what I was told he took it as a sign of great disrespect what my brother just said. "How could you be so heartless? HE WAS YOUR FATHER?!" Billy yelled with a tear on his face. My brother scoffed and just pushed him out of the way. Billy was infuriated and began to say "Shaza-", Tim covered his mouth and replied "Now is not the time. Let him go Billy, he's just grieving in his own way". I yelled out his named and wanted to go with him but my grandmother would not let me go and he didn't look back as the doors closed behind me.
Since then I've been stuck on this island. But now on the day of my 18th birthday I'm leaving to find a path for myself and most importantly find my brother. I will find you brother.