XI: Flashbacks

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My heart beats slowly, I hear every pump. Boom-Boom. Boom-Boom. Boom-Boom
I close my eyes as visions of memories come back to me.

          "Neron, do you remember? Yes father I do remember. Good son, now start the fire." I was six then. I lit the fire, "Good job, now Ill teach you to hunt." 

          I can still hear them in my head, I wish I was the one that died instead of them.

         "Neron, can you come help set the table? Yes mother i'm coming."

        Why did it have to be them? Or why couldn't I go with them?

           The radio is playing in the background, my mother was in the kitchen making tea for us all. My father was seating in his chair listening to the radio in the living room, and me, I was painting. I use to love to paint. "The tea is almost done." my mother says while me and my father look at her.
The man on the radio talked about news mainly, my father loved listening to the news. A lot of times it made him comfortable but there were times he was. That day was one, the man talked about the Russians attacking our country, we lived in America we move here when I was one. The man on the radio said "This is not a warning, Russians are attacking and they have breached our country all people must go to safety now." My mother and father looked at each other then me. "What should we do?" My mother asked my father. "We need to find a safe place." I thought, "The bunker close to town? Father you remember, we went there a few weeks ago." My father said, "Yes, but we must hurry." We all packed clothes and ran there, the bunker was about 3 miles away and the ran felt like hours of running. I got tired, but we couldn't stop. We made it to the bunker safely, people were already there. They had the same idea as I did. We stayed there safe for maybe two months but one day the Russians found it. My parents hide me in a closet and told me not to come out. I listened because it was my father, if I would have known they were going to be taken, I wouldn't have stayed in that closet.

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