Number One Day

Playing.
Unaware of anything around me.
Then I am called downstairs.

Talking.
Told to have a seat on the stairs.
A little suspicious, but still unaware.

Sitting.
Worried about what is going to happen.
Hearing the words, but not quite understanding.

Hearing.
The words keep coming.
No way to make you stop talking now.

Thinking.
The thought of everything ending.
All of it just to much to handle.

Silent.
Waiting for something.
Wishing for the tears to come, though they never do.