When I remember

This is my first try at writing a story and I wrote part if this during an English lesson.

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I remember, the loud booms of guns and bombs.

I remember, the Bomb that was perfectly aimed, right onto where all the women and children were hiding. BOOM! It blew the house apart, including the basement and the shelter (that was meant to be bomb proof, which ,clearly now, wasn't.) and killed all my family and friends around.

I remember the bullet heading straight for me. I opened my arms, glad for the end to come.

I remember the shove that pushed me out of the line of the bullet, and onto the floor.

I don't remember much after that just darkness, and seeing a light, like at the end of a tunnel, except the closer I got to it, the further away it went.

Now I try and stay awake, try to not remember because every time I remember, the pain of it all comes back.

Now I'm afraid of sleeping.

When I sleep, I remember.

When I remember I scream.

So I stay awake, but sometimes you have to face your fears.

I want my family, my brothers and sisters, my children, my parents, my family. But they aren't here anymore. They were all wiped out by the Bomb.

I want to go home, but where is home? I want to go back, but how can I go back?

I don't want to remember.