One chaptered stories

Run and Pray

A/N Hello, this is another one made for school, justs a heads up. Please enjoy, bye for now~

The evening is calm, silent. I relax my arms after a writing paragraph after paragraph. I smell the food from the kitchen slowly creep into the cold study room, my stomach grumbles immediately. I focus onto something else to ignore the hunger and to give my mind a break from the homework in front of me. I hear something distant, something that causes worry within me. I hear screams and the shattering of glass from next door.

At this I glance out the windows and see lines of people being taken from their homes, police follow them, weapons in their grasps. I get up and run over to the kitchen to ask my family what's going on. When I run through the hall way though I hear the windows get shattered around me, I see rocks littering the hallway. I scream for my parents, my sister. No response. I run through the kitchen, no one. I run to the living room, no one. I glance out the window and see them being "escorted" to the lines of civilians. I run into my room, maybe I can hide.

Once inside I close my door, luckily I always keep my shutter closed, no one can see me, no one can smash the glass planes, and darkness fills the room. I grab a hold of my bear, my comfort. Whenever I am in stress or pain I always hug him, he makes me calm, he reminds me of happy times. I open my wardrobe sliding doors, the mirror doors send a slightly calming chill to my fingers. I tighten my hold on my bear and go into the wardrobe, I hide in the corner, the long dresses I own drape over me. I close my door quietly and wait in the dark silence. I feel horrible, I'm abandoning my family, and I’m hiding from whatever is happening.

As soon as this passes, whatever this is, I will find them. I hug my knees and my bear and feel tears go down my face, I'm scared, confused and a coward. I feel horrible. All of a sudden I hear a chain of shots, bullets being released from their black barrels. I hear a spilt second of screams then all goes silent. My silent tears and strangled sobs are all I feel and hear now. If my bear was a real person I would've suffocated them with the tight hug, no grip that I have them in. What have I done? Who knows what happened out there, and personally I don't what to know. "Mum, Dad, Emily... I-I'm sorry. Be safe, please...I'm scared, I don't want to be alone..."

I hear shouts; orders are being barked to some individual. I stifle my sobs and try to listen in. What I hear makes my eyes widen in terror. They are going to search the houses. I don’t know what to do. Either I stay hidden and pray for the best or I run and pray for the best. Both choices have a high chance of me getting bullets in my flesh or worse. I feel my heart beat rapidly, I feel small beads of sweat make their down my face, soon joining the stream that my tears left behind. With every second they draw closer to my house, with every second my heart increases its rate. Every second I spend just sitting here cowering makes my life all that shorter. I have to choose now; if I don’t there will be regret. I grasp the doors panel and slide it open slowly. I keep my bear close to my chest, its familiar scent calms my beating heart, my breathing slowly becomes regular.

I walk out of my wardrobe and silently close the door behind me. I glance at my room, my eyes have adjusted to the dark and I study my belongings. I don’t have time to take anything. I grasp my doors handle and slowly open it; the light blinds my vision for a few seconds. I slowly make my way towards the back of the house, with only my bear and the clothes on my back.

I am in my study once again, the farthest room in the house. I grasp the glass door’s handle, pull the door to the side and step out. I glance to the pavement beside my feet and see shoes that I left there earlier in the day, these will do.

I can only do one thing now, run and pray for the best.

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