The colors

“There were two little rabbits hopping along their side of the fence when...” the teen is interrupted once more by the pulling of the hair by a small hand on top of the bed.

“Wha...what is the color of the rabbits?,” asked a croaky voice, at the same time it let go of the teens hair.

The teen replied while signaling to lower the voice.

Calmly continued, “Please let me continue the story, I was about to get to that part!”

“S...s...sorry,” the soft voice replied again as the shadowy shape turned to the side, grasping the chain tightly with both hands again.

Candle lights flickered once more while dust and debris fell around them.

“Well then, where was I, ah yes the purple rabbit and the grey rabbit were hopping along their side of the fence once more, laughing along the way,” the teen said before clearing their throat,” How far should we go this time purple? asked the grey rabbit, well maybe we should go as far as our legs can take us today, '' replied the grey rabbit while stomping his leg on the ground.”

A horrible scratch combined with the unstable shaking of the building created this thunderous combination that made both of them gasp and became completely still for what seems an eternity begging the noise didn’t come back.

“M… m… maybe it is not such a good idea to go far without any food and water, don’t you think?,” the teen continued with a quivering voice as they tried to regain some sense of tranquility while both their silhouettes shiver along with candle light.

“Do you think,” the small shivering silhouette said as he sat down on the bed,” we are going to see them again?.” Putting his head between his hands with the chain grasped firmly, the small figure broke into soft weeps while heavy tears were already hitting the bed.

The teen took a deep breath and swallowed the desire to give in to sorrow, “I don’t know,” a brief silent pause was disturbed the rumbling of the room with an explosion outside at a distance, “probably not, but they told us to be here for each other, that others will come for us.” The teen said as both moved slowly but ever closer to a sad embrace.

At the moment of embrace, both broke down into a very intense sobbing screaming at each other words of comfort barely distinguishable between their tears and distorted expressions of despair, they could, for what it seemed the last time see the reality in which they were in.

A high pitch noise breaks the sounds of their cries and sends them flying apart from each other, the cloud of dust starts to dissipate with the wind and in the bare darkness of night only illuminated by the bombs going off around them two shapes are popping in and out of existence. For a brief instance they could see each other in this explosion light, they could not hear anything but that high pitch sound from before and it felt like their bodies were on fire from the pain. The lights go out and back again, shedding light from a completely different location every time we see a teen moving to pick up this crumbled figure under the flipped bed. As the light goes in and out the shapes seem to get closer and closer.

Grabbing a blanket from the bed it looked like one shadow was tying the other one to itself, merging into one. The teen kicks of the wood blocking their way out and light strikes once more, this time from the front and we can clearly make out these two bruised and battered figures attached to each other with a blanket moving in the dark.

Once outside they stop to rest near the burning tree at the end of the road, this at least provides some warmth and light in this seemingly endless darkness. We can now see the true effects of the blast, the skinny figure that was laying in bed is bleeding from his head and leg while its tight grip on the chain from before starts to loosen.

The teen is screaming something, almost inaudible to the skinny figure, clearly something is not right. The figure grabs the teens hand and holds it tightly for an instance, to suddenly let it go forever.

No sorrow bigger than this has ever been heard in this end of the eras before, as the teen let out a scream that mixed out with the explosions behind, his face started to go toward their hands. This is when they realize… the chain was in their clenched fist now…

Slowly opening their hands, carefully as if it was the last treasure on earth, the light of the burning tree reveals a beat heart-shaped locket, in the back the date it all started ‘12/10/2023’, in along with the words ‘always remember’. Opening the locket revealed a picture of this happy family with some edges badly damaged and on the other side to the surprise of the teen, themselves. A tiny cracked in half mirror with the words edge around it ‘Family’ reflected the hopeless face of this soul that finds no rest.