Two shots were fired, I heard it clearly and Noa had just went in the same direction. He didn't have a gun, the gun was fired in the direction he went and he didn't have a gun, which means the shots were fired at him.

I prayed in my heart as I ran through the woods. My clothe was catching in the sharp end of broken branches but I didn't care.

My brother will be safe, I'll save him.

All types of images had painted in my head. I shaked my head to keep them at bay.

Noa had to be safe. He had to be safe. He's the only family I got. Mum would be so disappointed if she came back to hear that Noa had died.

I ran swiftly, very swiftly.

I couldn't breathe but I wouldn't stop to rest, I wouldn't stop to catch my breath, I had to go to my brother.

I didn't notice that tears had started to slip past my eyes until I felt the sting behind my eyes. I thought that sweat had gotten into my eyes but that wasn't sweat it was tears.

I didn't need to count my steps to know that I wa