In february 2010, my 14 year old brother died. The story is quite impressive, I think. And it's long and pretty hard to explain. First of all, I live in a highly mountainous country, and my house was located at the foot of a mountain. It rained a lot, so much our garden was flooded and rain was storming down the mountain. My garden had flooded many times before because of rain, so I just went to sleep that day after playing a game with my family. I didn't wake up peacefully the next morning. The next thing I knew I was sitting on a chair under my garage roof, wearing nothing but my pajamas. My eyes were full of sand and dust, so I couldn't open them for very long. The first time I managed to open them, I saw my arm, covered in blood; the second time I saw my house, and nothing particualr about it; the third I saw my sister, walking away. I was confused, and I didn't feel any pain, even though I was very hurt. I had broken my jaw and my leg. I had a severe concussion, and two blood clots in my brain. The reason I don't remember anything before sitting in the chair was because I had amnesia, and I still remember nothing prior to that. I was brought to my neighbours' house, and then to the hospital. My mother and my sister were in the ambulance with me. My mother was hurt and crying, my sister was unharmed. All I had left to worry about was my father and my brother. In the hospital, I was put in the same room than my mom, and I since I had just heard my dad, I asked about my brother. She told me he was dead. I don't remember if I cried or not before a friend of my families' came in the room and told me they weren't sure yet. And she told me to have hope and not cry. I had severe brain damage and really wasn't thinking straight. I believed her, and got my hopes way up. I had to have surgery to sow up the wounds in my head, and all along the way (before and after the surgery) I kept saying to myself just my brother's name. Over and over again. Until I was brought to my real room, and was told by my sister that my brother was dead.

I later figured out what had happened. The rain had loosened a boulder (larger than a pathfinder (car)) and that boulder had fallen on my room. The room I shared with my brother. The double floor bed I shared with my brother. I slept on top, he on bottom. The boulder fell on the bed. And I have no idea how I survived.

I loved my brother more than anything in the world. And I can honestly say I would have rather had it was both my parents, or me. I don't know what I would do without my sister. She's all I have left.

I don't really know what I expect you to say, but I needed to talk about this.