Identity Justice

: The Last

son ( Nalisha'

king up to the smell of my mother's cooking 'mmh delicious..' i thought, the sound of my little brother's laughter echoing throu

i headed to the library , i always loved the solitude that came with the silence in the library. Two hours passed without my realization, checking my phone i found missed

ipped from my shoulders as my legs moved on their own, running toward the scene. "No! No! No! That's my house! That.....t

."That's my house! My family-my mom, my dad, my brother, where...where are they?" I asked hysterically. The silence i got made me look at him, his face

f neighbors murmuring in hushed whispers, the sympathetic looks thrown my way. Someone placed

ions? What kind of questions? My family was dead. What else was there to ask? But even through my shock, a cold shive

ing, but... it wasn't an accident."The words hit me like a slap. Not an accident. Tha

at raw from the lump form

was older, with graying hair and tired eyes that had seen t

wanted to wake up and find out this was all a horrible dream. But it wasn't. It was my n