Dunkirk • H.S

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"Lexa," my voice is barely above a whisper. My throat is dry, burning as if I'm swallowing acid evertime I swallow. My head hurts, so many hits delivered successfully to my skull, making it pound and I can feel dry blood begin to crust on my face. My lips are numb and swollen and my body aches all over, if this isn't near death I don't know what is. The pain I'm experiencing is insufferable and the beating of my heart in my ears, the slow unsteady rhythm, tells me I can take no more.

"Lexa," I call for my younger sister again, trying to be louder but failing as I choke on my bloody spit. It even hurts to cough. It's like someone place my torso underneath a hydraulic press and turned it on, me a twitching and bruised mess beneath it.

My eyes burn, like they were washed out with pure chlorine and then blown into with fire smoke. The sack on my head only rubbing my face more raw than it already is. Everything hurts. My head, my eyes, my legs, my arms, my heart and I can't take it anymore. I want to be dead right now, to not feel the pain I'm in, but then Lexa comes to my mind and it only hurts me even more to think that she's more than likely experiencing the same thing I am.

I'm on the floor of some automobile. I know this because I can feel it moving and the sound of an engine is traveling into my ears only making my eardrums hurt.

My mind is swirling with alarms and questions I want to know the answers to but I don't have the strength to speak aloud. I barely have the strength to allow my lungs to expand. To actually breathe.

I need sleep, let my body re-energize from all of this, but I know the pain will only be a thousand times more painful and will drain my energy like water flooding through a broken dam wall.

I can hear crying. It's feminine, soft crying. Like she's trying to stop herself from it but the tears won't stop coming. I want to sit up and take this damn sack off my head but my hands are bound behind my back with scratchy and hard rope, making my wrist burn raw.

I can also hear continuous shuffling, people moving around, but no footsteps.

"Where are we going?" I hear someone ask, there voice rough like they've swallowed nails but I can hear it crack and then she starts to sob.

"Please, tell me where are we going." She says louder her voice more angry and so desperate. I want to tell her to keep quiet, no telling who will hear and what they'll do.

"Shut up." A male voice says, his voice full of control and hard as a brick wall. His voice sounds fine, like he's not in pain. He must be a shooter.

"No! Tell me where we're going, right now!" The woman screams.

"Shut the hell up before I shoot you!" The shooter yells back and the woman only pushes her luck with the angry man. Please just keep quiet, I silently beg the poor woman.

"You're going to hell you hear me? You and your fucking men are all going to burn in hell!" She cries angrily. Please just stop! I can feel my eyes water and my spine crawl with a sick sensation.

"I said shut the fuck up, lady!" I hear footsteps and then a slap followed by a loud gasp.

"You're a monster," I hear the woman say lowly.

"We're all going to hell, lady." He ignores her comment.

"You son of a bi-" she screamed but was silenced by a shrill gunshot. My heart tightened and I let out a silent cry that made my stomach ache. The long eerie silence that fell upon my hearing made me want to puke. He shot her. She's dead. You should have shut up like you were told.

Why are they doing this to us? What is happening?

"If anyone else wants to ask questions, there's more where that came from." He sneers.

I'll find you Lexa.

First chapter, yay!!! It's short but hey oh well. The rest of the chapters, believe me, will not be this short, I promise you all. I hope you liked it, please vote and share what you think:)