Utterly Mad

Amy stared in disbelief. She smiled not because there was even a glimpse of happiness or the thought of ever being happy again, she smiled because she couldn't believe this was really happening to her. Amy's shaky hands were going numb and pins poked at her skin leading up her arms, and it grew in the back of her head. The feeling in her head was lost as her breathing hastened. Her brother mumbled something, but it came as a ring to Amy's head as she looked to the waste.

"No!" She cried out in a sudden burst, eyes reflecting the burning house, the image of her mother singed her corneas. "No! No! No!" Amy screamed at the top of her lungs practically jumping out of the wagon. She'd lost all inhibition and ran to the burning house. Her hat flew off of her head, but she didn't notice at all. Amy jumped over patches of burning wood, flew over carnage and cried out the whole time, "Ma! Ma!" The heat of the blaze singed her tan face as she pulled Ma close to her. She looked around at the wreckage as she gripped Ma tightly, gently kneading her hands through her hair. Blood seeped into her, but her numb body couldn't feel the blood nor the tears puddling in her eyes; the tears couldn't survive in the heat.

The little cowgirl's eyes looked at the burning house as something fell down inside, the crackle and intense heat elevating. Her family dead, and the coop she held and protected so dearly, fire. Feathers and lumps of black carcasses lying in the dirt. Amy hugged Ma tightly, closing her eyes and wishing for it all to be a dream as she sobbed with no restraints into her mother's chest.