"Keep your head down and your eyes closed. Remember what I told you about the guys with the red suit?", he told her, husky greyish eyebrows knitted over his tiny nose in a frown.
"Stay away from them?", she replied with fear.
"Yes, Agatha. Stay away from them. Now get under the bed and don't talk. No matter what you see a little warrior."
She nodded and did as told. Her body felt smaller, and her black hair longer. She looked up to see her dad talking to one of the guys in a red combat suit. They were speaking inaudible words. She could only see their lips moving. Her stomach was pressed to the cold floor, and her heart was about to break those stone tiles with its incessant thumping.
The soldier was getting upset. His face looked daggers and his eyes were covered with anger.
Agatha had a bad feeling.
Then her dad spoke out furious words she couldn't comprehend, and the soldier pushed him and smashed his head with the back of his big gun. Crimson drops flying in the air, some staining the ground very close to her and even smashing against her pale forehead, others getting lost in the red suit.
Her dad's heavy shape gave in, undertaking its way to the ground in a free fall; his eyes seeming so lifeless... He wasn't dead though. She knew he whispered "I love you" as he fell.
She couldn't hear his voice, but the weight of his warmth filled her and shivered in her spine.
She wanted to run and hug him, perhaps if she would've been fast enough...
Then that man shot the gun.
A sound wave hit his head. It was invisible but Agatha watched the blood coming out of her dad's nose, mouth and ears...
That image was carved in her head and it'd be forever.
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MEMMORIA | ONC 2020
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