【Original】The Forgotten Lights

----Chapter 17

*Siha's POV*

*flashback* the first bomb had gone off, and I think we were in the middle of lunch. We crawled under a small table in the middle of the room. My mother and sister looked at me as we huddled under our round table, holding on to the table legs as tightly as we could. It was a quiet five minutes and the second bomb went off, shaking the house. Small bits of our white ceiling was dropping on the ground, right by our faces. My sister squealed a little as the third bomb went off. There was a quiet ten minutes. We sat there. Wondering if the enemy had gotten to our house yet. Another ten minutes. Then, we heard a muffled shout. It didn't even seem to be in our language! They were cheering and hollering. I was confused. Were they going to kill us? Or were they going to torture us first?

Suddenly the door came tumbling in. We heard footsteps coming towards us. My mother pulled us closer to her as they neared the table. We quietly sat there. Louder footsteps thundered toward our table. We were silent. My sister was shaking slightly, and my mother was breathing hard. The table flipped, and we were dragged out from under it. We were dragged along, until we got outside. They bound our hands- and sat us in front of our house. We didn't know who they were, but they were all wearing brown jackets with a red, white and blue flag sewn to the shoulder. I wasn't too sure what country it was, but I recognised the flag as the country which our teachers called 'the enemy'. They killed many of our ancestors years ago. They were always trying to kill us.

Then, the enemy grabbed my sister, putting her at the front. My mother gasped slightly. I wasn't sure what was about to happen. One of the men smiled as he walked forward. Pulling out a large gun, he loaded it and shot her. They shot my sister. They shot her again. My mother wailed loudly with streams of tears running down her cheeks. I was more scared. My sister slowly collapsed to the ground, as blood dripped onto the ground. Her body was lifeless. My mother was crying loudly. I was too scared to cry. I was in shock. They dragged my sister's body away, and one of the other men hit my mother, and yelled at her in a language I couldn't understand. She stopped crying.

Finally, they grabbed me. They dragged me forward to the spot they shot my sister. There was blood all over the ground. The shooter stood in front of me. My mother was screaming loudly now. "Please!! Stop!! Don't shoot my son!!" She yelled repeatedly. Over and over. I was sitting there. They were going to kill me, weren't they? They were going to kill me like they did with my sister. The big buff man that shot my sister reloaded his gun. I was going to die. Then he fired. It didn't hit me. The pain didn't come. I turned slightly to face my mother. She was collapsing onto the ground. Suddenly, I was being dragged again. This time, away from the shooter and my family's dead bodies. Next thing I knew; I was being thrown into the back of a large truck. I quickly scrambled up onto a seat, and started crying as the truck drove away from my home.

"Hey, are you okay?" A young boy with black hair asked me. He was sitting next to me, and his hands weren't tied. He quickly untied my hands- and I shook my head. "My name is Kris Lee." He said, introducing himself. I looked at him. Why was he suddenly being nice to me? "Nice to meet you, I am Siha Park." I said, moving closer to the boys that were sitting in the truck. I have no idea why I told them who I was. They probably were children of the enemy. Though they didn't look like the faces of the enemy. I looked around at the scraggy boys that were in the truck with me. I figured they must all be Korean too. Though I couldn't understand why the enemy was taking us, and killing the woman. I know they probably killed Kris' family too. I sighed loudly. "They are taking us to their torture camp." Another boy said, looking at me. He looked like he'd been crying too. I stopped crying, and was distracted by these boys. "I'm Ryeowook." He said, introducing himself. The boy suddenly looked away, and to the floor. His name was interesting, and I couldn't quite pronounce it although he just said it. "C-Can I call you Reo?" I asked, quietly. He nodded slightly. "I'm sorry for what the enemy did to your family." He apologized. Ryeowook seemed more sympathetic than Kris did. But I wasn't going to judge. Maybe Kris didn't like to show his emotions. My sister was like that. I wasn't sure whether these boys wanted to be friends

with me or not, but it was nice to know they at least showed that they cared about me. Ryeowook leaned against the wall and quietly went to sleep, so I turned and glared out the back of the moving truck. I began thinking of my horrible day, and my family. My father passed away a long time ago. After I was born in fact I only met him once. I was really close with my mother, she was always smiling and doing things with me. She was very kind, and always cared about my sister and me. The only time I hadn't seen her smiling was when the enemy shot my sister. I started to cry again. The thought of my family made me upset. I was the only one left. A hand touched my shoulder slightly. "Hey, I know this might be a bit awkward- but I was wondering if we can be friends." I turned, and saw Kris sitting there, staring at me. "Sure." I replied, smiling awkwardly with tears going down my face. He smiled back. I quietly turned back away.

Kris collapsed onto his knees as he screeched. I ran up to the crowd. All I could see was my friend collapsing, and the enemy with a gun. "Kris!!" I screamed. What happened? Was my best friend dead? I quickly made my way through the crowd. "Kris?" I looked out from the crowd. Running to Kris' side, I realized he wasn't shot. They hadn't shot him. They shot Ryeowook. They shot Kris' brother. He was dead. I looked at Ryeowook's dead body. There was blood coming from the top of his head, and I didn't know what to say or do. I knew I needed to support Kris. I knelt down next to Kris. "I'm sorry, Kris. I really am." I said, sympathetically. He stood. "They have killed all my family." He muttered, crying. He walked away slowly. Not knowing what to do, I followed. We walked away from the crowd, and to our dorms.

It was quiet in our room without Ryeowook. He usually was constantly talking. Kris was laying on his bed, sulking. I sat at the end of his bed. "Kris... I'm sorry about what happened to Reo." I apologized, looking at him. It was awful seeing him like this. He looked up at me. "It's okay. The enemy killed my younger brother Hansol too. That's why they shot Ryeowook." He cried. I looked at the ground. His younger brother? He had two brothers? I felt sorry for him. Though, the enemy killed my family too. I hope he hadn't forgotten that I knew what it felt like. "Sorry, Kris." I said, getting up and climbing to the top bunk. "We need to get out of here." He said. I nodded. "Yeah, but Reo was the one who had all the plans." I replied. Kris sighed. "But we can make it happen. We can't just do nothing." He said. "We can't let them kill more people."*end of flashback*