He opened his eyes, feeling disoriented and confused. The room was dimly lit in one corner where his gaze naturally followed.
To his horror, he saw the tiny familiar form that was his brother. That was when it dawned on him! He and Lahan had been kidnapped by unknown assailants.
Malik stood, stumbling over his feet several times before they collapsed beside the bleeding form. A shrill shriek escaped his lips as his eyes began to flood with salty water.
'Is he dead? What will I do if my only brother is dead? I never even gotta tell him that I love him. I was a coward!'
Such were the thoughts that dominated the mind of the child. Malik's trembling hands gently tried to reach out for Lahan's bleeding form.
He albeit with great difficulty hoisted his brother onto his lap and cradled his bleeding head to his chest. His white top was soon stained in red.
