【Original】A World Behind Fences

---Chapter 3

My mother began to wail loudly. A pool of thick red blood began to form around my sister's body. I sat there staring at her dead body. My eyes stung, and my brain was screaming too. I was in complete shock at what happened. She was dead. My sister. We were just beginning to make up with each other. Tears began to drizzle down my cheeks as I remembered the last time she smiled at me. The first time she actually acted as if she cared. Now she was gone. I was crying. The pain was more than I ever imagined. I never thought it would be this painful to lose her. My arms were suddenly grabbed and I was being dragged along the ground again. I began to kick and scream. They were dragging me near my sister's body. My mother was crying louder.

"No!!!! Please don't shoot my son!!!!" She wailed loudly trying to get to me. These men were going to kill me. I was going to die. I was crying more. I didn't want to die. A man hit her, and yelled in the same language they were speaking the whole time.

I then examined the men. They looked different to Koreans, they had whiter skin and had light colored hair. They all wore a similar brown jacket with a white, blue and red flag on it. I didn't know what country it was, because I was sure I had never seen the flag before. It was familiar, but I couldn't figure out why.

Snapping out of my day dream I heard another gunshot. I waited for the bullet to hit my chest. I waited. And waited. Shortly after, there was another gunshot. This one didn't hit me either. I turned around as I heard a shriek from behind me. I watched speechless as my own mother fell to the ground with two bullet holes ripped through her flesh, the blood staining her beautiful white blouse. It was then that the cheering got louder.

"Mom!!!!" I screamed.

"MOM!!!!!" The ground began to shake some more, drowning out my screams as I heard more explosions coming from down the street. I could see my neighbours houses exploding, and children being dragged from their houses... and murdered. I was scared. Someone then grabbed hold of my arms again, and before I knew it- I was being dragged across the ground again. This time, away from the shooter and my family's dead bodies. I began to scream some more, kicking my legs frantically. Smacking me across the head, I was thrown to the ground. A man stood above me. All I could taste was my blood and tears. The plaster from my forehead was slowly peeling off. The man said something in his language before punching me in the stomach and picking me back up. Dragging me further away from the dead bodies of the two women that I loved dearly. My heart was screaming for help.

Next thing I knew; I was being thrown into the back of a large grey truck. I cried quietly as I attempted to sit myself on the bench, sobbing quietly to myself as my forehead began to sting. Did I just watch my mother and sister get shot? Why did they kill them? What is going to happen to me?? My mind was racing with questions as I began to recall what just happened moments ago. I was reliving it in my mind over and over again. No answers popped up either. I began to cry some more as I realized I was probably alone for good now. Where was my father? Was he safe? I hadn't seen him for almost a week now. I wished I could see him again. Tears were now dripping onto my legs as I stared at the floor. The plaster off my forehead had now fallen off and landed onto my sock covered foot. Some scrapes and bruises were forming underneath my dirty legs. As my heart still raced from what happened a few moments ago, I began to think of all the things I hadn't done... or said.

Out of nowhere, I felt someone's hands touching mine. The ropes around my wrists became loose, then eventually I could no longer feel them at all. Confusion and anger was filling my mind as I began to turn around.

"Hey! Are you okay?" A quiet, calm voice asked me. I know I am not physically great but I was ready to attack someone at this point. I was more confused as the face I was confronted with was a young boy around my age with black hair in a bowl cut. He was quite thin, large brown eyes and he had a couple of scratches and bruises across his face, arms and legs. Why was he even helping me??