T H I R D P E R S O N
June 13th, 1998
The once lively home of the Jenkins has never sounded so drastically silent with two kids and parents who all lived happily in the comfort of their homes before a tragedy struck the home. Little Zahra clutch her Teddy bear into herself, with hot tears rolling down her brown skinned face while her older brother by six minutes and thirty-two seconds pulls her into his chest. His hands threading through his little sisters hair to try calm her down from the monsters that roam there house.
Zayn, Zahra's brother breathing hitches, his eyes momentarily shutting close for a brief second trying to steady his non-stop thundering beats of his heart, when hearing the stomps of several people with guns who came in blazing at whoever they saw on sight - in this case the parents. His shaking small hands gets replaced by another pair as he opens his eyes to see Zahra staring up at him with tear stain marks on her cheeks.
He smiles half heartily but love and adoration in his eyes shows the care for his little sister. He takes away his hand from hers, moving it up to her cheek wiping away the fallen tears. "ek is lief vir jou bubba" he whispers into her ear for only her to hear.
She smiled sadly leaning up kissing him on the cheek as her answer as she knows if she speaks, she'll break down even more.
"What way did they go, soldier?" Officer commanded outside the Jenkins twins hideout.
"We lost them when we rounded the corner sir" the solider announced with authority, with his hands behind his back.
"Well they couldn't have had gone that far, go on you little shits" The commander proclaimed narrowing his eyes on his soldiers.
The soldiers all split up around the Jenkins mansion, looking every corner of the house. The Jenkins twins coward in fear of what could happen to one another soon. They hold each other's hand tightly, tears in their eyes of the memory of there parents being killed right before their own very eyes.
Helicopters roam the mansion watching out for any movement of the kids if they made it out. The commander growing frustrated of the Jenkins parents training their kids to hide this well - even though the two seven year olds know what's happening it's all a mockery of hide and seek.
"Hey, this vent is crooked" someone called outside the hiding area as the two twins eyes go wide in terror and fear of being caught.
Zayn turns to his sister with courage built up in his eyes, "Wat ooit gebeur Zahra weet net dat ek altyd lief sal wees vir jou, ek sal jou okay vind. Oorleef, Zahra. Wees 'n sterk meisie vir my, okay? Ek sal terugkom vir jou, ek belowe, Bubba"
The vent pops up right when Zayn finishes his speech to his sister as he still rubs her cheek soothingly with a promise in his eyes. Zahra gets pulled out first by her waist as she squirms in the man's hold, screaming and kicking in his arms as Zayn growls shouting at the men to stop hurting his sister.
Zayn pushes away the soldiers arm, crawling forward under the man's leg. Quickly standing up as he grabs the man with his sister, kicking him in the leg causing him to bend slightly with Zahra in his arms. Zahra bites the man's hand that's covering her once screaming mouth, the man grunts dropping her slightly as Zayn comes up behind him starting throwing punches at the man in the face with all his built strength just enough to get his little sister out of here.
Zahra stares wide eyed at the scene, her voice quivering as her brother throws punches at the man as two men that he didn't see come up behind him grab each arm.
"Run, Zahra!" my brother screams, with tears running down his skin with fear evident in his eyes of the protection of his little sister. They both stared at each other as time went slowly with a silent agreement to each other that they will hopefully see one another again.
With that they both nodded to each other, Zahra face turning into fury and a promise to get her brother back and the people that had done this. She ran out of the house as fast as her seven year old legs can go, and sprinted into the back forest of her house that she knows all to well.
Her breathing hitches, her heart beating out of
her small chest. She's scared, no, she's petrified. She feels alone in these woods. She knows where she is going but she has never went out into the woods at nighttime - well not that her parents knew, but she didn't go far just up along the riverbed going downstream. Her eyes squint trying to look for her right path when she hears several footsteps behind her on her left, catching up to her.
With no source of light in the sky to guide her due to the trees feeling like their caging her in creating an endless maze. Following the long bumpy path, she ran her small hand against the bark of the tree accidently cutting herself leaving her hand print on the tree.
She didn't care. She ran like her life dependent on it, and it did.
Her bleeding hand rolls into a small tight fist as she pumps her small legs faster. The texture on her hand feels weird, cold and wet. The further she ran the more her breathing comes out in pants. She feels like she's been running for hours, she hears the footsteps getting closer as her legs beg her to stop running but the promise to survive running through her veins helps her.
The more she ran the more she felt like the on-going maze is closing in on her. The forest feels like the trees are towering over her with each panicked step she took. Birds fly away from their homes in fear, crying as they flew through from their nests.
Her legs cramping, her energy running out from the lack of sugar. She collapses to the ground, with a thud as a silent cry of a scream echos from her. Damn you diabetes, Zahra cursed up to the world as her mouth goes dry and feeling tired all of a sudden.
Her eyes stare up at the night sky with a small frown but courage in her to survive these people. Whatever or whoever they are, she will get her revenge for what they have done to her family. She will fight with everything she's got to take revenge on these dickwads - if her mother heard her say that, she'll be reorganising her bookshelf.
Hands grabbing her as she gets lifted up into the air with shouts from the men but she couldn't see, her vision hazy from the lack of sugar and her tired eyes consuming her before she fell into a soundless sleep with the nightmares soon to come to corrupt the small mind of Zahra Aurora Jenkins.
Translation from google (sorry if it's wrong, many thanks if you could correct me if I am wrong)
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Wat ooit gebeur Zahra weet net dat ek altyd lief sal wees vir jou, ek sal jou okay vind. Oorleef, Zahra. Wees 'n sterk meisie vir my, okay? Ek sal terugkom vir jou, ek belowe, Bubba
what ever happens Zahra just know that I will always love you, I'll find you okay. Survive, Zahra. Be a strong girl for me, okay? I'll come back for you, I promise, bubba
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ek is lief vir jou bubba
I love you bubba
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