Day 1: Overlooked

The day it happen, I awoke in a world of brown, black, and red. The house, the same wooden coloration, splash with your red ... made everything unrecognizable ...as I tried to look past your blood stains. The largeness of hands was forgotten in that fear, I should have been trembling as I looked to my side, but, my new body remain solid and still. It is then I realize my foreboding in the pitch darkness. I see you curl on the floor, and I realize my heart ...wasn't beating. That everything in the world stopped, as I rush to your aid, and I think somehow in that moment...my mind blocked out the fact that even after the horror was past ...when the world around me started again ...I remain the same, still and unmoving.

Our mother is gone brother ...I knew that, we both did.

We reached for the heavens and landed in hell.

I managed to get you to help that night, the blood you lost was massive. We couldn't take you to the hospital, the tell-tale sign of our transgression was more of a death sentences than the injuries that pool your blood on the floor. We would have to endure, you and I.

It was the first night I would spend awake and alone ... you were healing in the room next to me, and I guarded the door. I had been told to go upstairs and go to sleep, but I wouldn't go. I wouldn't ...couldn't simply go to sleep like nothing happen ...I didn't want someone to wake me up and tell me ...you were gone. Thus, I sat my vigil. Hoping if I guard at least the door, I could keep death from coming and taking you away. I could prevent you from leaving me alone.

At first, I had company in my vigil, Winry and the dog, Den, but as the night wore on ...soon it was just Den and me. I couldn't blame Winry for falling asleep, afterall, she had helped save your life while all I did was sit outside your door and worry. Thus, I watched her curl on the floor, a blanket from Aunty Pinako drape over her, and one was drape over me.

"It's just you and me, Den."

The words were meant to give me comfort.

Yet, as time continued to tick, and Den curl up against my cold side and went to sleep ...the comfort soon turned as cold as I was. With no one else awake, my mind began to wander as I went over what had gone so wrong, and it was the first time that the blank came. The first time I realized something was missing.

What had happened?

The before was there and the after, but there was no memory of the actually disaster.

Shock.

I told myself, it was simply shock and trauma from everything that happen that wipe my memory blank.

I tried to calm myself down and sew the tatter end of my memory together.

Though the gap was too wide and there was too little to work with.

Daylight would chase away the shadows ...before I realize, I hadn't gone to sleep. I had made it through my vigil, and the relief that you were still there kept me from focus on the fact ...that I wasn't even tired.

It hid the fact a little longer, I no longer could sleep.

Day 1 - finished