Two Lives One War

Fear

The pistol was trained on my head and sweat ran down my back like a waterfall. " I repeat once again, why are you here?" I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from speaking. " you'd better tell me soon, you English piece of scum, the time is ticking." I breathed in deeply and waited. The shot was fired and I screamed...

I woke up, sweaty, confused and scared. My wrinkled face was salty with tears. Every night, I have the same nightmare from my past and every night, I wake up scared for my life. The fear, it stays with you, no matter what.

The sun was already peaking through from behind my curtains and slowly but surely I got out of my bed. I shuffled around for a few minutes and got dressed in my usual worn out brown dress. I pinned my white hair up into a bun and went outside to collect the eggs.

Bianca and Lady where my two prized hens. They would cluck proudly as I threw them their corn. As if to say, look at the wonderful eggs that I have laid. I smiled my craggy old smile and went inside to see if they had left me any precious, round, white treasures. They had indeed left me one and so I thanked them and walked back to the house.

A lot had changed in France since the Germans had invaded. You would see more hungry and desperate refugees. More food shortages and of course there would now be a German soldier posted around every corner of every street.

I sighed, would humanity ever change? It seemed that through out history, all that we had done was too find new ways to hurt each other. To be honest, I didn't really care anymore. I was too old and frail to make a difference. Once, when I was younger, I had cared. I had been ready to give up my life, for the greater good of humanity.

That's when I realised that the past would never leave me, it would haunt me until the day I died.