Chapter Seven - War

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It was not until 3 AM that I fell asleep, I was afraid too. I did not want to experience another nightmare.

            I had somehow traveled to the past. I could tell because the setting resembled a chapter in my textbook, we were in the World War Two era. I had been dressed in the strange uniforms the soldiers wore when they were at battle. I had what they called a “gun” hung around my shoulder. My other comrades and I were hidden behind a fort. Loud noises were repeatedly being made throughout the ground.

            I smelled something metallic, I looked to my far right and saw blood pouring out of a dead soldier, and it scared me.

            “One three we attack!” One of my comrades whispered.

            “One,”

            “Two,”

            “Three!”

            The soldiers jumped up and began to fire. I was confused and stayed down.

            “What the hell is wrong with you Scott?” One of the men yelled. “Get up and fire!”

            I did not know what to do, I could not move. Suddenly blood splattered onto me, each of my comrades was falling.

            Suddenly, a man with narrower eyes jumped over the fort. His uniform was a different color, was this the enemy? Blood was forming near his shoulder, he must have been shot.

            “H-Help.” He whispered in a strange accent. I had grown up always being told to help those in need. But it was different here. This was war, he was my enemy. Tears began to run down his pitiless face, my gut told me to kill him, but my conscience thought otherwise.

            I pointed my gun at his head, fumbled for the trigger, and shot.

            My eyes opened and I was back in my bedroom again. I clenched my fist, glad that it was just a dream. I got up and checked the calendar. There were still 28 days to go.

            “I can’t believe this is happening.” I whispered to myself, and then covered my mouth in shock. I had just spoken like a Heartless, uneducated of proper grammar. Was it really worth it? To live such a life? 

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