The Forgotten Child | ✔

10. R.A.G

"I'll be fine. You need to leave" my brother pried my arms from around his neck and pushed me towards my dad, who took me to my other older brother who brought me out of the dark place we had been taken in to.

Rafael had taken me to the park one afternoon when we had gotten ambushed.

I didn't understand why people would be after our family.

I heard a gunshot go off.

At the sound, I buried my head into Nicolas's shirt, who then picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his torso.

I sobbed into his shoulder, as he started to caress my back.

"Where is he?" I heard Nicolas ask someone, who I presumed was our father.

"He didn't make it" I heard my fathers voice.

I pulled my head out of Nicolas's shoulder and looked at our father.

"Where is Raf?" I murmured as I looked up to my father.

"He didn't make it carina" my father then took me out of Nicola's hold and into his.

(Translation: sweetheart)

I buried my head into his shoulder as I continuously sobbed.

He told me that he would be fine.

He risked his life for me.

He saved me.

*End of Flashback*

Only for our family to then turn their backs on me the next day.

Yet I was the one that had to deal with the trauma of being locked in a dark room, without food or water for 2 weeks.

I was only 9.

I had been traumatised by people and I didn't know why.

No one realized how much my eldest brother meant to me.

Now he was buried under ground while everyone above ground forgot about him.

Just like they forgot about me.

If Rafael wasn't there that day, I wouldn't have survived.

I would have been left there, to just have been forgotten over and over again.

But its not that much different now.

After the day that my brother died, my siblings seemed to have forgotten about me.

They must have wanted to forget that someone so dear to all of us died that day.

Hence why no one comes to his grave anymore.

Only me.

"I miss you Raf. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to survive these days without you" I murmured to the grave I was sitting in front of.

As the rain continued to pelt down, so did my tears, mixing together.

"Maybe one day we will be reunited. Hopefully sometime soon" a small smile crossed my lips at the thought of being able to be with my eldest brother.

I reached over the grave and placed my flowers.

Sunflowers.

They were his favourite.

He nicknamed me his sunflower.

He never told me why, but I assumed it was because I was his favourite.