Into the unkown

Chapter One

I feel scared at this moment. No other emotion just fear.

Then, as the truck makes its way across the rough desert
I look around me for the first time. At the faces surrounding me.

Faces of murderers. Faces that have killed innocent people.

Other emotions fill my mind anger and sadness.
I just want to jump up and tell them what they've done,
the things I've seen and the people that died because of them. 

But I can't...

I think about how far I've come, all the things I've watched. Everytime I've been there, if it's by chance that nothing's happened to me yet or maybe there's a reason why.

But I realised that I had plenty of reasons to why not just that I felt chosen.

My heart broke everytime.

I watched from afar as Paris turned into chaos and the streets were filled with terrified people. Men, women and children all innocent yet I saw them die in front of my own eyes. My mum called me in a hurried voice shouting for me to pack my bags as we left our holiday home for good.

I was shopping in Stockholm with my friend, for my mums birthday, when the truck came storming down the street. We dashed into a nearby shop and as I looked back behind me I saw the terrified faces.

They knew they were going to die.

I had just crossed Westminster bridge when the car came out of nowhere. My mum and I crossed the road and ran further up out of sight but I was still able to see what happened and watch the People as they were mowed down.

They all knew that they were going to die.
 
All of this worry and fear and death should never have happened. Which was why I decided to do something about it. Why I decided to go into the unknown...

You see I'm not travelling in that truck to join ISIS,
Oh no I'm there to end them.