Cuddle and Gratitude

A small portion of a story that I am working on.

I lie on the bed in the large bedroom. Cold, as it's raining tonight. The flash of light followed by the deep rumbling of thunder keeps me awake and further frays my uneasy nerves. I roll over, putting my back to the windows, and face the waterfall of silvery, gray hair that belongs to my brother. He, not really expecting my arrival tonight, was so kind to share the only bed with me. My brother... I could only wish that we were truly related. This man only knew me for a few weeks and put his freedoms on the line to adopt me and raise me as part of his family. I owe him everything.

As one more strike of lightning cracks, it made me jump and I buried my face in his beautiful hair. My movement woke him and he rolled over to see me, a curled, trembling child. His face took the softest expression as he put his arm over my tiny body, wrapping me in warmth and love, and placing his slender chin on top of my head, sliding my face closer to his warm chest. I've never felt so safe in my life.

"Shh, shh..." he said sleepily, "The storm will be over soon. Go to sleep now..."

I couldn't help but to become calm almost instantly. It was as if his arms could shield me from any type of harm. And I could live forever there, as I knew in my heart that he would always love me as his baby sister. He would never let a single thing hurt me. We were a family, complete.

Morning came soon; I opened my eyes to the sunlight falling through the trees and dancing on the floor to the songs of the birds. I was not in the hospital anymore, but I was still alone. For a minute, I had forgotten my brother was a soldier. It was almost hard to believe... The memories are fragmented, but I know that soldiers had destroyed my country. They killed my mother and father. They drove my brother to- I can't even think about it. That image that painted the memories with the deepest sadness and pain. Soldiers are heartless killers. How could my loving adoptive brother be the same as those beasts? And to think... They said WE were the beasts.

Author's Note

Please ignore any mistakes I have made with punctuation and such, as I wrote this on my phone at 3 am. But please tell me what you think of the dialog, descriptions, etc. and anything else you wish to comment on.

Reviews

[khalid]

i have complicated feelings after reading this story. i have the feeling of family gathering warmth but at the same time the feeling of sadness and depression. the story is amazing that you cant decid what you would feel after reading it. you have professionally described the situation on bed between you and your brother as can never be described! you have drown so many nice images, you were amazing in your words picking...i have really enjoyed reading this. i just want to add, soldiers also have hearts, imagine a country without soldiers, who would defeat it?i think the problem is not in soldiers, the problem is in politicians who lead those soldiers to do such bad deeds. nice work

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I like it ..... very intersting ..... I would stay with the intimacy of your new family before involving the war effect ...... but you are the leader here :) xx