Why Fight
Trish was one of the girls trained to fight against outsiders. In the town you didn’t choose to be a
fighter you were forced. She didn’t want this life. She wanted to be free to be herself, but no one cared about what a fighter wants. They were there to give their life up for the more important people
in the town. The fighters had no rights in the town. They were usually children that had lost their
parents or had no family. They were unimportant to the town’s people. Trish was almost 10 year old
when they sent her to war for the first time. She had been severely injured but yet every one said it
was her fault because she didn’t protect herself well. Trish didn’t understand how it was her fault, she
tried her best, she didn’t want to get hurt who would? All the other fighters told her she did well for her
first time. Most children didn’t make it. She was one of the lucky few they said. How was she lucky?
No family no one to care about her.
The first time she ever thought about getting away was when she was 13 in a battle alongside her
comrades. A bullet had hit her shoulder. Trish ran into the woods trying to avoid more injures to
herself. She had known no other way of life but .the life of fighting. The first night after her cowardly
act of shame, she felt like she had betrayed her friends, but she knew that she was only 13 year old
and didn’t want to die. She loved life. The bullet wound was deep and needed to be taken out. She
walked most of the night and half of the day before finding a cave to hide in. She was scared but she
knew she couldn’t go back because if she did, she would receive the punishment for running away
form a battle was death. No one would think twice about killing her. She knew that to well. She had
watched to many of her friends die because they had out lived their use.
She was exhausted, she tried staying awake but couldn’t. When she woke up she heard a dog
sniff but lucky for her they didn’t seem to smell her. There were at least 10 men. One of them
Said, “That girl couldn’t have gone far. What will we do with her when we find her?” One man
was closer to where the cave was responded, “I don’t know yet they probably want to kill her.
She ran from battle but she was wounded maybe she’s dead.” “Maybe you both should shut
up!!” “Ok! Whatever is the reason we can’t find her isn’t important we should just go back to
that god forsaken town and tell them we can’t find the girl!” “Great idea lets go.” They started to
leave when one of them commented “This place sure is beautiful.” “Whatever you say,” all 9 men say
back when they were out of sight. Trish went out of the cave and tried to clean her wound as best as
she could then kept walking. She needed to get as far away from the town as possible if she wanted
to live, so she walked. Trish was starving. It was a pitiful sight to see a 13 year old girl with mud all
over her, starving, and weakly walking through the woods. She found berries and ate them. She
continued walking until she found a river. She drank some water from the river then tried to get
across the river. There were some but not many large rocks to hold onto, just but enough for Trish to
be able to take a break between swimming. The river span was wide. She knew it would take some
time to reach the other side. She had to get past the river
if she is to have a chance at not being taken back to the town. Her bullet wound was hurting
immensely. She didn’t know what she would do once she got to the other side. She finally made it.
Then she climbed up onto the river bank all the mud had washed off her long blond hair which had
fallen over her big green frost eyes glittered with determination her long skinny figure swayed with
exhaustion but determination to get as far away from the town as possible kept her moving.
She knew that there was no turning back. Her eyebrows were scrunched together with
thought.Determinedly she kept walking. She didn’t stop until her body gave out on her. She rested for
a little bit to regain strength so she could force her body up. She found a hiding spot, some berries,
and drank some water. After she ate she kept on walking until she saw a town. Unlike her town there
were no fighters positioned to take down any one that got near their town. She walked over to the
town some people stared at her but no one stopped walking. She was an odd sight but it didn’t matter
to them, they continued on their way. Trish walked through the town, until she fell from exhaustion;
she couldn’t get up. One kind woman came to her after she passed out and brought her to the
hospital; the doctor put an IV in her. They didn’t know if she would ever wake up again but the woman
said she would, so they didn’t pull the plug. Trish was out for 12 days by then all of her friends
thought she had died. They didn’t know where she was. The woman that had helped her wasn’t so
sure that Trish was going to make it but she opened her eyes and said with a crackly voice that had
not been used in 12 days, “Who are you? Where am I?” The woman replies, “You are in a hospital my
dear, and I am Lily. What’s your name? Oh dear here’s some water” Trish drank the water greedily
“My name is Trish thank you for the water.” Lily, “You’re welcome dear. How did you come to be in
this town if you don’t mind me asking?” “I prefer not to talk about it.” Lily, “That’s ok dear, get some
rest. I will get the doctor and will tell him you’re awake.” “Ok.” After a few more days the doctors let
Trish go to lily’s home. She dotingly cared for Trish. A few days had passed. Lily adopted Trish as her
daughter. Relieved Trish wondered, I have everything I want, so why fight?
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