I found this on the laptop. something I began writing and obvioiusly never got back to. don't know if it would be good, but reading it makes me want to get back to it. to do some character building or research or something.....wish i could remember what was going to come next!
I will never forget the moment they told me the news. It will forever be emblazoned in my mind. Where I was, who I was with, what the sky looked like, the way the air smelled. I can recall every single detail with such vivid clarity that I can physically feel it all over again. Who knew that two little words could evoke such emotion, such pain, such anger. He’s dead. Two words. And those words are enough to send your entire life into a tailspin. Everything you thought you knew, every plan you made comes crashing down around you. When you are told that the person you love, the one you were to spend your life with is dead nothing can prepare you for the hole that is ripped out of you. Nothing can prepare you for the emptiness. Even if you knew they could die, even if you expected it, you still are not ready for that fear, that possibility to become a reality.
We had been in hiding for many months. We even started to hope. But hope was quickly destroyed. We knew who to hide from, we knew who would report us to the Roman guard. And yet, it was not our enemy who betrayed us, but our own blood. You think that you know a person. As though sharing blood somehow gives you a path into a person’s soul. I used to believe that way. But now, as I listen to the sound of the masses, hungry for blood, I realize how little I truly knew about my own family.
