7 Reasons Why Revenge Is Sweet

"There was once a time when I slept at ease in a familiar bed, but that memory has started to fade away from my releasing grasp. There was once a time when constant smiles and laughs danced through the halls, but that echo has been smothered with ear-piercing wails. There was once a time when lilies decorated the lilac walls, but those images have been stained by family blood.

"I don't know why I made it out alive. I know that they saw me - even though I was hidden in the hidden room beneath the wooden planks - and I know that they sensed every ounce of fear that a 10 year old can produce. However, the same old question returns and sums up everything that we all wish to know; why?

"They stole our homes away from us. The same home that provided me shelter, warmth, and memories had turned into a burning, red-tearing, and hidden farmhouse in the middle of the dead Black Forest, which once was the humming Mockingbird Forest.

"They stripped us from our future. The ones that we had been preparing for, where we were planning on what colleges we wanted to go to, what we wanted to major in, what we wanted to do with our lifes.

"They paraded through our villages like they were celebrating the Fourth of July in our backyards when they lit our homes. The marches that danced along with the blazing destruction.

"They painted with our families' blood. The material that coated our familiar walls around us and around our minds.

"They thought they left with victories, but they unknowingly left with death wishes.

"They will beg for the mercy that they selfishly didn't give to us.

"They will only recognize us when our eyes haunts their visions when they take their last breath."

I take a pause to lift my head higher to look across the crowd of victims that I have recruited and saved. We are all survivors and we are in search of revenge.

"So, if you wish to stay and get pay back, stay. However, if you want to leave, you better do it now."

No one left. It was either that they really wanted revenge or they were to afraid what I would do if they were to leave. I have grown cold in the past six years, but it is their fault.

"Good. We attack when the sun kisses the moon, because revenge is served sweeter on a silver platter."