It was cold and damp in the dimly lit room. His prison cell.

Paul had taken every belonging that he could get his hands on, belongings that Mark had rescued from the ashes were his family perished. And Paul uncaring, took them to a near by pawn shop, only recieing forty dollars for the burned and tantered toys and trickets. Some of which had previosully belonged to Mark's father as child. Given them to Mark throughout various birthday and Christmas celebrations of his young life. Some of the only things that he had left to remember him by and they were snatched from him and are now gone. To be forever lost.

Mark sat by the wall, his emptyness filling up the empty room. His tears dripping down his cheeks. The dispair he felt was overwhelming and numbing. He couldn't stop thinking of his parents.

Mark recalled thier recollections of their courtship. Thry had unknowily lived down the street from each other for years, but it wasn't until they meet on the school bus that they meet and feelings blossomed.

Mark smiled remembering his father and mother telling their story. Invisioning in his mind, his mother's eyes glowing and her mother's face curled up in her beautiful smile. Her hand clasped around her husband's arm. And how she would playfully swat at him when he mentioned how he was blown away by her beauty. He would say she was the most beatiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on.

Mark's smile suddenly disappeared and in return the tears came pouring out.

He sat there trying to control himself. But his thoughts soon drifted off to another painful memory. This one pertaining to his little brother. His only sibling. Glenn was so young, it was a tragidy to know he wasn't going to get to live his life. And how he was just begining that life when it was taken away from him.

Mark began shaking. Then sobbing. And before he knew it, he heard a deafening noise penetrated from the room. It took a few seconds to realize that the noise was coming from his mouth. And that the noise were screams. He lunged his head down into the palm of his shaking hands. He could swear his heart was breaking. Just when he felt like he was about to pass out the door opens up. And the lights suddenly turn on.

Mark looks up, wipes away a mixture of tears, snot and saliva from his face with the back of his hand. It was Paul.

"You look like a mess, boy. Why don't you get cleaned up."

"No thanks, I'm okay." Mark shook his head.

"Suit yourself. I get the money for you staying here, regardless. If you wanna live in your own filth. Then to take care of yourself that that's fine."

Paul then turns off the lights and leaves. Shutting the door as he does so. Leaving Mark alone, and in the darken room, once more.

The room was no longer lit by the sunlight, it being several hours since Paul had first left the house and now Mark assumed it to be nightfall. Sometime past 7 or 8.

It would be the funeral tomorrow and Mark stumbled up from where he sat and fell on the bed. Unable to see, he stumbed his toe sometime during that short walk. He fell asleep, not noticing and the tears were still falling from his face as he awoke the next morning.

To his surprise, he had awoke to find his toe bleeding. He had hit it pretty hard, aparantly on the mental bed frame when he fell down on the bed. Because there was a dry blood trail leading down towards the metal railing. Blood had gotten on the bed sheets and blanket too. Paul made him place the dirty bedding in the tub. Allowing it to soak. And telling him that he would either get the blood stainds out or buy him new bedding once they arrived back home, after the service. Mark wanted to attack him at that moment, but he stood there silent and placing his shaking hands into fists by his side.

Mark's resolve would falter once again when he stood by the coffeens. He couldn't have stopped the tears even if he had his eyes sewn shut. And he thought how if only he could take his little brother's place. He felt a sudden blame to their deaths. And thinking this as he now stood above them for they were now lowered in the graves and being covered up with the damp soil.

The small crowd that had gathered were disparting. The funeral being over. Mark paid no attetion. His focus clearly on the dirt. And how it seemed to slowly engulf his family.

He could envision his mother trying to speak but being filled with wet firt in which was covering her now. The same vision for his father. His once strong arms which carried and proctected his family now being overpowered. Unable to withstand the mounds of dirt. The last thing he imagined seeing was his father's blue eyes.

Mark looked from his father's to his brother's. He envisionsed his brother crying out to him, asking, no begging for his help. Mark could almost hear his cries until he too was covered. Silenced. Unable to be heard, unable to be seen. Unable to be rescued. There can be no help.

Mark shudders, pulling tighter his suit jacket around himself. He stands there not ready yet to leave. Not ready yet to say good bye. But Paul was becoming impatient and was ready to leave.

He starts shouting to Mark to come on. Mark tries to shut him out but it only causes him to shout louder. Mark turns around, see's Paul getting in the car, Mark quitily turns back around to face the graves.

He tries not to cry. He whispers them good bye. And places a picture in the dirt along side his mother's grave. The grave digger unknowily grabs a shovel of dirt, and places the mound over his mother's gravesite. Not noticing the picture in the mound of dirt.

Mark wipes a tear away and simply stats that he'll never forget them. And that one day, he'd join them.

The picture was now lost in the dirt, too. And Mark heads silently and slowly towards the car. It would be the last and only time that Mark visisted their graves.

He buried them down, all the memories, good and bad. He buried them, just as he had buried the grief. And tried to move on. As best as he could.

TBC

Again, I apologize for any misspellings. Let me know if you liked these chapters and the slow, very slow progression of the story, so far.

Shout-outs will hopefully be back the next chapter. I don't think there's any new reviews, anywho.