My ears ring in my head as explosions destroy my home, my family, my future. I shake violently as the bombs eliminate anything left of my destitute neighborhood. What do they want from us? Money? We’ve never had any. The women and children? They’re trying to kill all of them. Power?! Why? Why are they here? I dig my index fingers deep into my conchae. The deafening missile crashes to the loose soil. The missile drives into the defiled ground with an explosion. I shelter my begrimed face as a booming sting creeps up my right side. A loud piercing screech escapes my mouth. I force my eyes to look at my raw, burning flesh. Blood, red as crimson runs down my right arm. I wince at the sting worsening on my right arm. I cradle my right
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Soon, I run aimlessly. My feet become sore, I want to stop, but I can’t. My whole body is getting controlled… by nothing. I continue to run. Where am I going? I think to myself. Flowers hit my face, and scratch my arm as I’m proceeding. All of a sudden, I come to an immediate stop. My feet ache so badly. My feet muscles contract, and exhaust.
The wind blows in my face, while pushing my maddened hair behind my shoulders. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and let it out. When I open my droopy eyes, a small pool of crystal clear water lingers in front of me, in the same time, a small white table with objects, one black as night, and the other one a light gray of pure platinum. I walk cautiously to the petite basin, and peer over. I see me. Plain old me. Over time, my cerulean eyes fade into gray, my my blonde silky hair into hay, my baby face into an ancient mummy. My cheek bones have sunken in, I look away in disgust over …show more content…
My back hits the ground with hard impact. I groan painfully and slowly open my swollen eyes. The sight I see isn't worth attention, jagged stones protruding from the barren ground block my vision of the demons that lurk out a blink later. I paralyze myself, both from fear and hope that these horrible creatures won't see me. But of course, they do. They come forward slowly, on both hands and feet, sensing my body heat. Their claws reach towards me and one of them grasps my lower arm. I wince, but there is no pain. I dare to look at my arm and surprisingly, the injury on my wrist that I now only vaguely remember, is
Soon, I run aimlessly. My feet become sore, I want to stop, but I can’t. My whole body is getting controlled… by nothing. I continue to run. Where am I going? I think to myself. Flowers hit my face, and scratch my arm as I’m proceeding. All of a sudden, I come to an immediate stop. My feet ache so badly. My feet muscles contract, and exhaust.
The wind blows in my face, while pushing my maddened hair behind my shoulders. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and let it out. When I open my droopy eyes, a small pool of crystal clear water lingers in front of me, in the same time, a small white table with objects, one black as night, and the other one a light gray of pure platinum. I walk cautiously to the petite basin, and peer over. I see me. Plain old me. Over time, my cerulean eyes fade into gray, my my blonde silky hair into hay, my baby face into an ancient mummy. My cheek bones have sunken in, I look away in disgust over …show more content…
My back hits the ground with hard impact. I groan painfully and slowly open my swollen eyes. The sight I see isn't worth attention, jagged stones protruding from the barren ground block my vision of the demons that lurk out a blink later. I paralyze myself, both from fear and hope that these horrible creatures won't see me. But of course, they do. They come forward slowly, on both hands and feet, sensing my body heat. Their claws reach towards me and one of them grasps my lower arm. I wince, but there is no pain. I dare to look at my arm and surprisingly, the injury on my wrist that I now only vaguely remember, is