Fighting For Freedom

Fighting For Mercy

I wake up.
I think everything is normal, but I don't realise Michael isn't there. I get up to make breakfast, and Lucy is up, watching TV. I go outside and get some fresh air, I look over at the welcome mat and notice a note. Everything comes back to me. I pick up the note and it says...
Don't bother make me breakfast
M
This time not even an o. I go inside and Joanne is up. Lucy starts to make eggs, when she starts to fun to her room. I follow her and wipe the tears from her eyes. She don't want to tell me why she is upset. I give up later, then I relies why she is upset. The fights are today. I don't even want to go. I feel really bad for her. She is only 11 turning 12, and now she has to fight for her city. Our city. I go to eat because I'm hungry. Joanne has made pancakes shaped as knifes. One is a sword. She eats them with might and rage. I go to get dressed, but I'm still hungry. I ask Joanne for a knife, she says yes but then she threw it at my heart. I get scared, but that's probably what she wants. I eat it on the go, and get my dusty pants on and my muddy green top. I start to get my brown boots on when I hear another cry. It doesn't sound like Lucy but I run outside anyway.
A police man has caught Joanne trying to escape. He leads her back inside without saying a word. Before he can leave, a bullet goes through his head and I get blood on my face. I look to see who it was but a dark black shadow disappears before I can lift a finger. The cop is half in the house, and half out. I don't want to touch him, but I have too. I push his head out the door and call 'We get rid of any rubbish' or '878564495'. It felt weird to push a dead mans head out the door, but soon it will be a lot worse.