The silence was broken by a scream that made everyone's blood run cold. The screaming child fell to the floor clutching his head.

"Why? Why? WHY?"

He cried, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't cry. She wouldn't have wanted you to cry."

The older boy attempted to soothe the child, now in his arms. Slowly the cries calmed down to soft sobs. The older boy stared down at his brother; his eyes pained, and wished he could take away his little brothers pain.

The slam of the door almost shocked him, however he did not looked surprised, it was the 'funeral' today.

"Hurry up! We don't have all day!"

Anger evident in his eyes, he carried his brother down stairs. The pictures, on the hallways, reminding him of the perfect life he once had. His shirt had become stained by tears of his little brother, he could feel the wet patches, clinging to his stomach.

It took all of his will power to not run away and cry only for the sake of his brother, he did not. They reached the small field outside the house, it look destroyed. They looked around to see how many attended, not many. Only 4 other people beside the brothers bothered to attend. The man, their uncle, who had called them before, roughly grabbed hold of the elder brothers hair.

"Put him down. Let him walk on his own"

Quickly the elder brother placed his younger sibling on the floor. He didn't dare defy his uncle's orders.

The funeral was over very quickly. No-one came to pay respects. The younger boy noticed this and questioned his uncle.

"Of course they didn't. That whore was a traitor, just like your pathetic father."

The older boy winced, they didn't even know their father and now their mother was also gone.

"STOP IT! Stop calling my mum names"

The younger boy screamed at their uncle. It all happened very fast after that. The little boy was thrown off his feet, straight into the half closed hole. The men, still shoving dirt to close the hole, did not stop.

The little boys screams became muffled. Shocked, the elder boy ran to his brother. He grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him out. The child was alive, although he seemed hurt and shaken by what had occurred.

The boy had blood running down his fore-head, a broken lips and scratches here and there. His eyes were lifeless. The elder boy gasped as a searing pain shot through his skull. He turned around to find his furious uncle holding a rock. He felt blood run down his back, he had to bite his lips to keep him screaming out in pain.

"Let that be a lesson to you. NEVER disrespect me again. Next time I will KILL you. Understood?"

The elder boy nodded his head quickly. Suddenly his uncle slapped him across his face. Hard.

"I said did you UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir"

His reply was weak, pathetic, but it kept him alive. His uncle gave a curt nod, calming down. He pointed to a black, sleek car.

"In there."

The boys sat up and walked to the car swiftly. They entered the back seat. Ironically the elder boy had wanted to see the inside of the car for a long time, now however, he wished he was anywhere but here.

"When we get to the hospital tell them you fell down"

"Yes sir"

"Don't stain my car with your filthy blood!"

"Yes sir"

The brothers silently looked at each other. They only had each other now. They were alone.