I will always hate this time, it has brought so much pain, so much mourning. I cannot find myself to smile during that minute, all the world stops. It seems as if it's never-ending pain for me. Three eleven seems to come an hour later, and the smiles continue, it's almost automatic, how horrible it can be. The world may never know this story, but I will make sure all my friends do.
If you don't understand, Three Ten A.M was the time when the so called "Doctors"(bah, pathetic) pronounced my brother dead.