3rd pov!
"What was the first day of the war like for you?" Asked the interviewer
~*Year: 2010*~
"Y/N, breakfast is ready sweetie!" I got up with a loud yawn. I put on a gray hoodie. I was 11 at the time. We had pancakes with strawberries. I remember hearing "we cut off all contact with all countries." Said someone with a thick accent. "Oh god no, not him!" Mom said with a horrified expression. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked. "A bad man is taking over Britten." Mommy said while locking the front door. When suddenly two people kicked down the front door. Mom quickly moved out of the way. I hid under the table. The long table cloth hiding me. I couldn't see but i could hear. "Please! Don't do this! I have a kid!" I heard something cock. "All the better" said one of the men.
BANG
I froze. There was nothing but silence. "Go check upstairs." Said the other man. I heard heavy footsteps wandering the house. The silence gave me a shiver. What happened kept replaying in my mind. I should have done something. After a while I heard "guess the kid isn't here. I heard the footsteps head twords the door. I as they left i got out from under the table. I was shaking. I had to find a way through this...
A/n: sorry this is short!!! I hope you liked it!
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🫀The Red War in A Child's Eyes ♥️
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