They will never kill our legacy

        

We may have only been your, but we weren't stupid. We knew ur government was really oppressive and as we saw it, corrupt as well. Mao Ze Dong said, when he was alive at least, that the youth was important to China's future as that we mattered as students. We now wanted to make a difference, we wanted democracy, we wanted more freedom, and most of all we wanted to be peaceful.
We had lead a series of protests in the famous Tiananmen Square over the past few months. We shouted and wielded posters that bore slogans such as, " the power belongs to the people' and "Absolute power corrupts absolutely". We students kept up our protests for several months, then doomsday seemed to dawn upon us.
It was June 4, 1989, and there were hundreds of thousands of us gathered in yet another protest in Tiananmen Square. We brandished our usual signs and chanted our usual slogans, but something was different about that day.
We first heard a strange rumbling drone of an engine far away and it grew closer and closer. The ground started to rumble as it got louder. Then we got our first glimpse of the source of the droning sound; Tanks, about 2 dozen of them. They closed in on the square from every angle, then the thousands of army troops filled in next to the tanks. We stood in silent shock.
Then *CRACK*CRACK* the gunshot rang out across the silent square. To be the first of many. Then the tanks groaned to a start and started to run over the people at the edge of the crowd. Blood curdling screams and cry's sounded from all around me, people dropped dead all around me. There was blood. Some soldier s were firing on us and others beat people with long rods of metal with menacing spikes on them. The soldiers  showed no mercy.
I ran dodging screaming people left and right, leaping over my fallen comrades. Then more soldiers wearing gas masks jumped off the backs of military trucks and started to bring out the tear gas. My eyes blurred over and they started streaming uncontrollably. I kept running stumbling bling over the dead and injured. The smell of gunpowder and blood choked the air l gasped for a fresh breath. Then I felt tough hands on he back of my neck e pulled me harshly away from where I was standing. I felt being shoved onto a truck and felt it lurch away.
Slowly my vision cleared and I found that I was sat in the back of a truck with 10 other students, several injured. The smell of blood and sweat was thick in the unventilated vehicle. Suddenly the truck stopped and the doors opened. Light streamed through the opening, blinding me for a split second. Then the officers grabbed us and shoved us toward a bleak looking building with only 2 small widows. They lined us up in a hallway and handcuffed us to anchors in the wall. One by one they took my fellow protesters to a separate room and they didn't come back.
After several eons it felt, an officer came and got me. They in handcuffed me and dragged me to a door with about 3 locks on it. They sat me down on a cold metal chair in want felt like the middle of the room and flicked on the lights. I then saw a stern looking man about 45-ish years of age with greying hair. " tell us what you know, why were you protesting?" He said in a low voice. " we believe that our government in unfair, we wanted more rights. That is all I have to say" I said slowly choosing my words with care. "You may kill our representatives but you will NEVER kill ur legacy". The man, infuriated by my last comment, pulled out a pistol from his belt and pointed it at my head.  And the last thing I head was one...last....menacing...........
*CRACK*.
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I do not know what happened after that, I don't even know if my family ever found out what actually happened to me. I guess they all use assumed I died at the square. There is only one thing I would have liked to see, the end of China's communism. I wanted to live to go to an election and make a democratic vote for our leader. That is all I wished for in life. Though what I will take with me to the afterlife is this, I may not have been know when I was alive, I may not even be known for dying for my cause, but the officer who shot me will have to live with the burden of having killed me, a peaceful student of merely 18 years of age.

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