It rains.
Sky is falling down on me; pouring rain falls like curtains after an act.
It might be the way skies wanted to show how great my parents were; by closing the stage after the play of their lives by themselves.
But, no matter how hard it pours, the fire is still burning, burning, burning... And the pain is clawing a hole in my chest.
Somebody took me outside, I don't know who; but I was saved.
And then I hear: "We got the boy. The parents are taken care of.", as someone puts something over my face, and I fall unconscious.
I wake up in a cage, clean and dressed in a simple attire - white shirt and shorts.
Around me are many other boys and girls; small, delicate, beautiful... And, one by one, they are taken through the door on the other side of the room; and I am the last one.
As they take me out, light illuminates me and I see nothing; and this time, when I realize where I am, He isn't there.
And I am sold, for highest price ever seen there, to an old, fat, sweaty man.
And as he takes the chain that leads to shackles on my legs, fear overcomes me...
And I wake up, screaming at the top of my lungs.
.
I remember His eyes only: they were red, like blood, like dying flame, like crimson sunset. But no human could have eyes like that.
...could they?
And now, years after that, I still remember them; and I still search for him in hope he'll know something about the fire, or the auction.
But I cannot find him, and all that I have left from that night is the memory of fire, the look of his eyes and this empty feeling in my heart.