Humming a Beautiful Melody

The war, the third one actually, I have to get away from them. Because I did something bad, really bad. Mum and Dad are already gone,
"Precious flower stay strong!" My mother called as she was being dragged away by a soldier.
"Never forget us! Fight for what's right!" My father called as he was trying to wrestle the soldier holding him, one was coming after me, he gripped my arm tight. Not like how Mum would hold my hand when I am afraid or hurt. The feeling of her hand was so familiar and gentle. The soldiers hand felt so foreign and tough, a bad kind of tough. I kicked the soldier in the ribs and ran. Ran for my life. Every time my foot hits the footpath guilt builds up inside of me, for not trying to save the people I love most. I luckily lost them and rushed inside my house, into my room to let all of the horrible information and memories process, now I am here.

I don't have much time, soon the soldiers would check my house and take me away. I grab my backpack and swing it over my shoulder then something shiny catches my eye. On my desk was a music box. The one my parents gave to me when I was a baby. It was all silver with a ballerina on the top. Engraved on the front were the words Iris, our precious flower. I walk towards it, each step making a gentle tap, I grab it and open it. The feeling of the metal brings back so many memories. I wind it up as tears sting in my eyes. Once the music starts playing I hum to the graceful melody with each note perfect, because I would listen to it when I was upset which was a lot around this time. Tears start pouring out of my eyes as I hum on key, I reflect on every good memory I have had, like the time I would make silly faces to make my parents laugh or those tea parties I had with my stuffed animals. My sky blue eyes were glistening and bloodshot.

I hear gunshots in the distance, it has happened. Everything I have ever loved, gone. They told me to stay strong, I will grant their wishes. I quickly get up holding the music box and run out the back door. As I look back at the house I whisper,
"I love you Mummy and Daddy."