I looked at them. They just tried to help people from dying, and they died themselves. My own brothers.
Their funeral started an hour ago. It was my time to say something about them. I wasn't scared for the croud. I just said what I wanted to say.
I heard a loud bang (again). Everybody moved close to the ground. I knew it, this was another attack.
I didn't want to stand and look how it happened. Instead, I ran to my house, where I picked the spare gun for emergencies.
The attackers were so stupid. They wore the same clothes. That's why I could shot so many of them. It felt so nice to do that!
After the attackers left, I searched for my family. Luckily they were still alive. Only a few people died, but every innocent death is 1 too much.
Since this moment I knew it.... I'm going to be in the army. I'll be a Kurdish fighter.
I'll kill as much enemies as I can...
Heyyy,
This chapter was very short, so sorry for that. I'm very tired because I had sportsday:( I wanted to update so I did;) There can be some mistakes because I rushed, but please read over them.
Comments still welcome♡.
Xx sarya47♡
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