Things you never forget.

My fist clenches tighter and my hand bleeds more. Some things happen and no one knows the reason. And sometimes they don't have a reason. I release my fist. The shard of glass once gripped in my hand now drops to the floor. Blood continues to drip from my hand and wounded leg. I attempt to scream but a weak gasp for air is all that's heard. The tears burn my cheeks as they stream down. I can see no one. It's probably better that way. Maybe no one saw what happened. I turn and begin to walk away. My heart is still pounding feverishly and I can't seem to walk straight. It's getting darker as the sun begins to set. I've been walking for several minutes. I attempt another scream. It works this time but is cut short because the cold air burns my lungs. I can still smell the burnt flesh and my ears still echo the screams. At times like this I can only wish that I was deaf. No one can ever lose the images I have seen: the burnt bodies, screaming children, tortured women. I will never forget. I need to stop the bleeding. I can feel my heart begin to slow. I'll use my scarf. I'll wrap it tightly around my hand and use the rest for my leg. The blood seems to be the only warmth I feel right now. There is a hospital not far, if I could just make it there I know I would be safe.