A/N: Okay this is a real spur of the moment fanfiction, I have a few ideas of the story line that are sticking, but then there are others that can change. If you have any ideas or problems you can see please tell me, I'd prefer to know rather than getting to the point of writers block. I really hope you enjoy this and If there is anything you misunderstand or needs more explaining I can add it in.
The Whistling began, we rushed over to the room it was coming from and opened the door. We stopped. We cried. The young girl of seven sat crossed legged in the middle of the room, she was whistling. She began singing.
When my mum said I should not go
I looked down to her right the see the pale misted eyes of the woman next to her. It looked as if the girl had tried to sit her up next to her; her legs were crossed in a mangled way and her arms lay in her lap.
My father told me to go ahead
A hand lay across the mothers stomach and the mangled face lay next to hers, cuts and scrapes disfigured his face and he could see no more. He was trying to protect them.
My brother just sat there and said…
She had left him in the corner, he body arched over as he sat there, his head was almost hanging off, his fingers streamed and we knew it hadn't happened long ago.
I'd rather be dead…
She stopped; her head tilted and looked up at me. She didn't look sad, she just sat, and looked, and that was it. Nothing. I knelt down in front of her and out my hand out. Her small hand reached out and put it in mine.
You will come with me I tried to say, but she just stood and walked with me.