I felt my heart thumping out of my chest. Boomboom, boomboom, boomboom... Over and over. It help to block out the horrors of war surrounding me and trying to engulf my thoughts. I felt the rifle in my hands shaking. No, wait... That was me. I was shaking. My clothes were drenched in sweat. So, I was shaking, terrified, and sweaty. Great. My big sister curled up in a ball by my side.
"Lizzy?" She whispered.
"Yeah?" I replied, my voice shaking as hard as I was.
"What do we do?" Alli asked, tears strolling down her cheeks.
"I-" I tried to say, but the ground shook with the sound of another bomb going off near our hiding spot. I heard footsteps outside. I clutched the gun harder in my fists. No one was going to hurt my sister. Boomboomboomboomboomboom... My heart beat even faster. A hot liquid rolled down my cheek, half sweat, half salty tear. I silently sent a prayer up to God. "Please..." I whispered under my breath.
BAM!! Someone shot the lock on our door. A tall man, burst through the hallway we were in. He held a small handgun. What the heck was he doing with a handgun in the Civil war?! No matter. He saw us.
BOOM!! My heart raged. I stood up, now that he'd seen me. "No more." I whispered. I tried to shoot him, but my hand wouldn't move.
BANG!!! A single bullet pushed through the soft flesh on my chest, ripping through the tissue and finally resting near my heart. I heard Alli left out a loud scream of anger and fear. She pulled out her gun and shot at the man, but he ran out as soon as he saw the gun in her hand. At that moment I knew who it had been. He hadn't shot me for being a Northerner. He had shot me because he hated my sister. It was Barry.
Alli knelt next to me, and put my head on her lap. "Please..." She paused her whispering, a tear sliding out of her pretty blue eyes. "Please, Lizzy, fight. Don't die. Please."
I smiled sadly. "I'm going to see Asher." I whispered shakily. Asher was our little brother, who had been killed earlier. "Love you." I whispered. Then I shut my eyes, and saw the light. Boom... My heart whispered it's last.
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Cerita PendekA few short one shots. I write them when I feel it is right to do so.