Like I said before, I went with them. They took me and my sister, April, to the lake where we sailed off into nowhere. Well somewhere. But nowhere. This of course is after they took mom and dad to the ‘end of the rainbow’. They're probably gone now…they're so lucky.
April was taken about a couple weeks later. 367 hours later to be exact. I cried. I haven't seen her since.
Pete held me. You know when I cried and when I didn't. He was all I had left. We have been together for 2 years. Not too long but too short.
One day we were sitting by a warm fire when big, buff men came and dragged him away. They said they needed him to fight. In the war they meant. They had been doing that to all men 18 and up because all the volunteers were dead. I begged them not to. I told them he was all I had. He told them too. And for some reason, they let him stay. I don't know why. Maybe it was God. But it was something nice. And I uses to thank it daily.
We went to sleep together. Me wrapped in his warm embrace. And when I awoke I was alone. He could've stayed. He could've said goodbye. He either went to fight or left me. Either way…I hope he's gone. He left a hurt that only he could leave because he was all I had. And when all you have leaves you, you are alone. You are hurt.
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Kara
Short StoryA very bad story about a young girl named Kara telling her story while meeting her demise.
