Be Aware of the World

What Can Happen

Diary Entry: February 4th 2017

Dear Diary,

I have never felt this way before...this empty void. I threw myself into a dark abyss right after it happened. I know I have to 'be strong' and 'carry on' but it's a bit difficult when you see the only adult, the only parent, the only true friend you ever trusted be beaten to death by his own country. The blood, bone, tears and screams of my father will haunt me for the rest of my life. This started when the whole family got into this little car and started driving towards the Mediterranean Sea. I was holding Haya as my father drove the car and my mother was in the front seat. Then a siren went off and then we had to stop and wait for a police officer to come up to us. "Hello Officer." my father said respectively. The man sneered and glared at all of us. "Where are all of you going?" the Officer asked in a whiny voice that even Haya hasn't given me. I chuckled but he seemed to hear for he glared at me through the glass. I glared back and my mother slapped my thigh to advert my attention and when I gave her the time of the day she was looking at me with disappointment. I scoffed and smiled at Haya when she turned to me. "We are just going to visit family." my father answered smoothly. The officer laughed sadistically. "We both know that that's not the correct answer, Sir" The officer spit out. He then pulled the door open with such a force that I thought the door might fly off the hinges. My father was then thrown to the ground and the door was slammed closed.

My mother held her hands to her mouth and gasped as the officer got out a black baton out of his pocket. He snapped it open as my father was trying to stand up with his back to the officer. I heard the sharp crack when the officer slammed it down onto my father's back. There was a yell that came from him and I saw deep red blood drip from the baton falling onto the dry ground. Again my father tried to get up but was kicked in the stomach and hit again but this time harder. "DADDY!" I heard Haya scream. I was tearing up when she did and only then did I completely understand that anywhere we would go that we would never be treated right. I cradled her and forced her eyes and ears closed whispering untrue promises that everything will be fine. This continued till all I could see of my father was his blood and his back showing bright white bone. His clothes were ripped and he wasn't moving. I couldn't move but my mother slid into the driver's seat and clicked the seat-belt on. I gasped as she drove fast past the crime that I would never forget and always hold with me. His face was twisted into a pained expression and blood was dripping out of his head and out of the corner of his mouth. I closed my eyes and imprinted the image in my head.

My mother was hyperventilating as she sped to the Mediterranean. My sister had passed out and I felt horrible for letting her innocence go so soon and at such a young age. She didn't deserve this, nobody does but if the worst comes I will protect her with my life no matter what. I saw my mother trying to go faster but she couldn't. I looked in the window shield to see the large expanse of salt water. I smiled and hugged Haya closer to me. After a couple of minutes my mother stopped the car and rushed out to open my door and she quickly grabbed Haya and yelled at me to get the bags. I couldn't feel anything as I picked them up and walked to my mother. The image was still playing throughout my head. I suddenly screamed as I saw a man over my mother with a gun. She was on her knees and Haya was laying over a little further on the docks. I couldn't say anything as I heard a firecracker like sound come from the gun. I saw my mother's eyes dimmed and the dark blood spurting out of her gunshot wound. The man had a sadistic grin on his face and walked over to me. All I saw was a burning red and then not even a second later I was standing over another corpse. I was shaking and silently crying as I looked down to see the sleek gun in my hands and a bullet wound in between his eyes. His eyes were dull and brown filled with nothing now that I have drained them of life.

I then jerked and mentally reminded myself of Haya. I raced over to her and brought her up in my arms. "No... no... Haya open your eyes...Haya..." My shaky voice said softly only for her to hear. Nothing came from her. I felt myself die inside as her arm fell down to her side and I felt the coldness of her body. I buried my face in her broken neck and cried. I let my voice out and screamed. I screamed from the hurt, pain, unfairness, cruelty, and anger. When I set her down I kissed her forehead and wiped the tears from my eyes. I then numbly walked to the gun and grabbed it then checked the bastard's pockets to find a whole pack of new ammo. I pocketed it and grabbed the money from my mother's jean pocket. I know that I should feel something for my mother but I just couldn't since I held Haya that was all that mattered. I spared her a glance but walked to where the boats were and didn't look back. There was nothing left for me here. Everything and everyone I knew was dead. I placed one foot in front of the other automatically. I walked on the boat that was filled with 20 people even though the boat was made for 15 people.

Nothing mattered anymore but one thing that I know is that I refuse to let my family die for nothing I will show them that I meant something to this hideous world.