It was the year of 2032, and the world was at nuclear war. The tensions had started back in the Golden Days of 2026. Eventually, the tensions became too much for the Middle East and the United States to handle. The United States started deploying soldiers in Syria to attempt to fight I.S.I.L, or the Islamic State in Levant. The war raged on for two long years, neither side gaining an advantage throughout the years. Finally, the U.S. Government was fed up with I.S.I.L, and they decided to end the war definitively. The result? A mutilated and destroyed Middle East. The United States had won the war, but at a huge cost. Now the world now knew that the United States was willing to use a nuclear weapon, and aim that weapon at their foes. Just a
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Come over here,” my mom shouted while I was looking out of the window. My mom was in her fifties, and she was the only one that had maintained her sanity throughout the war. I slowly walked towards my mom, with tears in my eyes.
“Mom...I can’t do it anymore. I’m going crazy, I have to do something to get out of here. Do something to get out of this world, go somewhere with no wars. Somewhere where there is peace, somewhere where there is calm,” I stuttered with tears spurting out of my eyes. My mom gently patted me on the back, with a sympathetic look in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry Aaron. I wish there was a way to escape this war. But there is nothing we can do-”
“There has to be something we can do! A way to escape the violence,” tears were now flowing in a constant stream down my face, as I knew I was doomed to a poor future.
“People have already tried. Those people have died trying. I would like to believe that we can escape the violence, but it doesn’t seem very likely as of now.”
“We live close to the site of all NASA rocket launches, can’t we go there for help?”
“Aaron. Have you forgot? It’s nearly impossible to walk outside. Your father… he was lost outside,” tears were now falling from the eyes of my mom as well. Memories from the time my father passed …show more content…
It doesn’t matter. I have to escape. I know it’s risky. I know there is a very high chance that I lose my life. But I don’t care. It’s a better option than living here in this hole and not being able to leave it. I want to take me future it to my own hands, not leave it in the hands of any military commander. I know you don’t want me to leave, but you can’t stop me. I love you, but I want to be able to live my life. I want to be able to have fun, experience life, and not live in such a deserted place. I want to have a life mom. So please, don’t stop me from going,” I declared, my voice getting stronger and stronger as I went
Come over here,” my mom shouted while I was looking out of the window. My mom was in her fifties, and she was the only one that had maintained her sanity throughout the war. I slowly walked towards my mom, with tears in my eyes.
“Mom...I can’t do it anymore. I’m going crazy, I have to do something to get out of here. Do something to get out of this world, go somewhere with no wars. Somewhere where there is peace, somewhere where there is calm,” I stuttered with tears spurting out of my eyes. My mom gently patted me on the back, with a sympathetic look in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry Aaron. I wish there was a way to escape this war. But there is nothing we can do-”
“There has to be something we can do! A way to escape the violence,” tears were now flowing in a constant stream down my face, as I knew I was doomed to a poor future.
“People have already tried. Those people have died trying. I would like to believe that we can escape the violence, but it doesn’t seem very likely as of now.”
“We live close to the site of all NASA rocket launches, can’t we go there for help?”
“Aaron. Have you forgot? It’s nearly impossible to walk outside. Your father… he was lost outside,” tears were now falling from the eyes of my mom as well. Memories from the time my father passed …show more content…
It doesn’t matter. I have to escape. I know it’s risky. I know there is a very high chance that I lose my life. But I don’t care. It’s a better option than living here in this hole and not being able to leave it. I want to take me future it to my own hands, not leave it in the hands of any military commander. I know you don’t want me to leave, but you can’t stop me. I love you, but I want to be able to live my life. I want to be able to have fun, experience life, and not live in such a deserted place. I want to have a life mom. So please, don’t stop me from going,” I declared, my voice getting stronger and stronger as I went