AN: Before you read this I just want to say that in no manner do I wish to be insensitive or hurt and offend anyone.
This is a piece of school work that I was forced to do. However I don't think it turned out to bad so I wish to share it with you. It is a piece about the current circumstances. It is written in first person POV because I find that for me, that is the easiest to write. In no means to I mean to say that I understand the horrors that certain people have faced. I have also made the effort as to not name anything or anyone. I find that this is best because there have been different recent conflicts and I do not wish to make people feel a certain type of way.
I do not wish to hurt anyone. If you have gone through something similar yourself and think this wouldn't be in your best interest to leave I invite you do so. I truly do not wish to hurt or offend anyone.
Stop the war
I cradled my head, my head on my knees. Jessica was fully sobbing as she pulled her teddy towards her. The ground shook as pieces of the ceiling crumbled. I pulled her to me and she cried in my arms.
We waited and waited for the iron rain to stop. Jessica cried and I feared for my life as the building shook and twisted but there was nothing we could do.
And so we waited in our old run-down cave for mother to get home. She had gone out to get food and although she was scared of the outside, she went, for Jess and I.
Jessica sobbed, screamed, wailed and cried as the deafening sounds were heard. I held her close, her head was in my knees and I rested my head against hers. I knew she was scared, she was only four. I was scared too but I was also angry.
Angry at Jessica for her ongoing crazy, angry at mother for leaving us alone.
Angry at the people destroying our lives with the simple press of a button.
Angry at the whole country, angry at Him.
I was angry at myself for not being able to do anything.
So instead of crying I lifted my head up and thought as I stared at the dank wall.
We waited and waited, so long that Jess became accustomed to the sounds of bombs and screaming and simply curled up to my side and quietly cried.
We waited and waited as the iron rain fell, wiping away all I had ever known.
It felt like time had frozen, like it was just a made-up concept. We waited until the current storm faded to a light drizzle and finally ceased. Leaving only a burning, flooded city and a dark sky.
Mother wasn’t back.
The realisation hit me hard. I got up.
I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t feel like myself.
I went up the trembling stairs leaving my screaming sister behind, opened the front door and stepped out.
The carnage was terrible but I wasn’t thinking.
I ran. And I ran.
I ran to the frail shop that once stood two streets away. I ran to the place I had spent every Saturday morning, for the first 15 years of my life.
I coughed and sputtered as I ran.
I ran to the place where mother was, except she wasn’t there.
Mother wasn’t there.
Mother wasn’t there.
Mother wasn’t there.
And so I sank to my knees and cried.
AN: I hope you enjoyed
I don't really know what to say. If this hurt you in any way I am truly sorry, it was not my intention.
I hope we can all try to do our piece to help the people who have become victims of their circumstances and I'm sorry if you didn't appreciate this.
Please let me know your thoughts (on this and just what is going on in the world in general)
