Away for a while

All we had was hope, all we could do was to hope. Hope for a better life, a better future and a better world. We didn't know when the war would stop, when the persecution would end, when the people would be happy again.

Our home was destroyed. Home were all the happy memories were made as we grew up. The safe little house wasn't safe anymore. The happy family wasn't happy anymore. We have to go away for a while, at least until all the bad things stop, that's what my father said. That's what my father said, but not with his strong and confident voice like usual, but with doubt and uncertainty. Our home was wrecked along with our safety. I knew we would never get back, never.

The war was bad, people fought and fought, all night all day. People were killed and executed. People were punished for their beliefs and native background. The city was in ruins. You could hear bombs, shots and people crying and begging for mercy. People desperately trying to hide and protect their family. Triggers were pulled, a lot. The streets were red, from all the blood. The streets were empty; people didn't dare to go out in the blood bath.

We had to get away for a while, at least until the bad things would stop. It used to be laughter, it used to be peace, it used to be nice. It used to be that, not now. There is nothing that we could do. There is nothing that we could do except pray and hope. I didn't even know who or what I was praying to, didn't know if it even was someone there to hear me, to answer. We had to get away.

We got away, but not for a while, for a lifetime. We are stranded on a boat, seeing each other die one by one. I don't know how long I've been on this boat, waiting for someone to rescue me, but I have been here long enough to lose my hope. I don't even know where the boat is supposed to go. Never will I ever go home, the sad thing is that the last memory from my home is a ruined house and a broken family. The last memory of my home town is death and fear. The boat is going side to side, the cold wind is blowing in my neck. The last memory of my life would be on a boat full of lifeless bodies.

I don't know who I blame, the extremists, the government, mother nature? God? Is there even a God? Because a God would not let this happen. At least not the God I thought I believed in; the God who answered all people prayers and saved the world, that god would never ever let this happen, I thought. My mother said that everything happens for a reason, well someone have to give me a hell of a good reason for this. There is no reason to kill and ruin peoples' life, not a good reason at least.

I had hopes for the future, I hoped that all this would end, that we could return and live the rest of our lives as we used to. I was stupid enough to believe that it actually could happen. Look were all my hopes got me, not in the right direction can I tell you. We had hope, now there is no longer we or no longer hope. There is no longer a future for my family and I. It's just me, sitting on a boat lonely in this big ocean waiting for something. How did I end up here? We had to get away for a while, at least until the bad things stopped. But we didn't know that the bad things followed us anywhere we went, and that we never ever would return.

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