All They Didn't Know

4th Entry

"Dear Diary,

I - I needed to get away. That's what I decided, last night after I saw something I really didn't want to see... I still get chills down my spine when I think about it.

It was very early in the morning, maybe four or five o'clock, and I had been half-asleep after waking from a nightmare. I was lying in my tent, in my sleeping bag, listening to the wind when I heard footsteps squelching in the mud just outside the tent - and instinctively, I froze, my mind going back to the border, the Enemy soldiers just metres on the other side.

Possibly closer.

I had crawled noiselessly to the thin tent wall and squinted to see through the vaguely translucent material - and I saw the silhouette of a young man, a teenager, walking in circles round and round my tent but not entering, despite able to come in and kill me at any time. I could see the outline of a pistol lodged in his belt, but not a long, powerful gun that the Enemies carry, and though he wore a cap it was different to that of the Enemy, and he didn't wear the long thick trench coat that they do, either. But still, I didn't like the gun one bit, and decided that it was best to leave while it was still dark, while I still could.

So I silently gathered together everything I own in my sack, again, but knew that even if I escaped from him, I would never manage taking the tent. So after whispering goodbye to my home, I pulled the zip down in one swift movement, jumped up, and made off towards the hill from which I'd come at a full sprint, feet pounding the grass beneath them. I didn't look back until I'd stopped behind a bush, after what seemed like miles, to catch my breath. I had squinted again, I remember, and that's when things got creepier.

I could see the figure of the boy, standing, now, still as a statue by the entrance of the tent. His hand were limp at his side and I did my best to just about make out his face; and what I saw caused a billion butterflies to take course inside my stomach.

His mouth was turned into a small O, and everything about him showed shock and hurt. His hair was long and shaggy and jet black and his eyes.... They glittered brilliant blue even through darkness and said the world without saying anything at all.

And I know those eyes so well.

I know them because they belong to my brother.

The boy before me looked just like Jake."