A dead body layon the hard wooden floor. His well-built figure looking so peaceful thoygh it had been the vitim of such a tragic murder. Black unruly hair covered his almost chiseled features. His hazel eyes held the fear and worry he had felt when he died. The glasses that would normally have covered them lay only inches away though his cold, pale hands could not grasp them. The flowers he had bought his wife a only few hours previous lay scattered among the debris of the badly beaten hallway.
The air of destruction carried on up to the next landing, plaster crumbling from the wall, covering the once gleaming carpet in a powdery dust.
Another door lay beaten, lying on the floor yet the colourful wooden blocks that had recently spelt ´Harry´could still be seen. Among the fragments of the room, that had once been perfecty furnished for a baby, lay another body, this time of a woman, her arms spread wide as though to protect something. An invisible field of love radiating from her lifeless form.Her fiery red hair flowing gently in the breeze blowing in from the partly destroyed wall. A small child stared down At his mothers dead body. Emotion fillling his eyes, a silent cry emiting from his heart as the boy with the lightning bolt scar longed for the life he would never know.
