She picked up the burnt photo album, it's contents were schorched, never to reveal what memories it held. Never to remind her again of what she had lost. Her purewhite eyes tried to find another memoir, one that would be better preserved, she looked around, but to her dissapiontment the blackened pages showing only disfugred faces were better preserved than anything in the building, pushind a rebelliouse strand of hair out of her face, she paused for a moment, just to look around, it was odd the place where she had grown up, matured and now returned to, seemed so distant.
She tried to recall the bedroom that was always a conservation of the messy and disorganissed, but ashes lay where a bed should have been and postars of heroes from her young age now seemed so beaten as their remains hung on her schorched walls. Her mothers bedroom had overturned tables and some body hadvulgar names written on the walls.She had always listened to the rainpouring on the roof in the comfort of her living room, but the coutch had been splitinto two and the protecting roof once a sure sign of protection, now had a huge hole and irish sement had crawled grown and begun to make it's way intowhat remained to be Emily's former childhoood home.
Pushing a rebelliousewhisp of black hair from her fore head, she clung to the book with an unsteady ease, it was her only reminder of what was no longer there. A knot lasoued int's way in he belly and she felt her nose and eyesswell. Emilyhad never been so alone. And so hated by everyone.