Misery

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I could see soldiers walking with their gun. Big joke.
Is our life's destined to be like this?

Everyday, I can see blood covering the pavements of street. People will be begging for money. No pity on them. Just shot and they're dead. Children at the age of 10 will have to work under the lord. I am 16.The six years of torture was painful enough, but seeing innocent people getting killed was more painful. Thanks to our merciless lord. No pity for us. All he cares is just torturing us .

He says that we were the whole reason his twin was killed. Such a big jerk. The freedom we have is limited to the extent we have work day and night. No quality work than kill.
Such a useless lord.

"Bang! "

I suddenly heard a gun being shot. One down.

Don't they pity this people? I wonder how the other world was like. Maybe different. I guess so.

Ella' s p.o.v

Howard dragged me back home.

"So dangerous! "He said.
Whatever.

I went to my room and looked out the window. It was freezing outside. The climate depends on our lord.Happy would mean sunny and bright days. But today was no exception. Ever since war, he changed. A cold hearted man he was. He changed. He wasn't the man we used to know. Everyday, he would just sit in room, in his own world. While here, we suffer. We're sick of the lives we have. I am sick of this world. I wish we had freedom.
Am I really destined to never ever meet my twin sister again?

I sighed. Everything was just a whirl. One day, everything was fine and the next day, chaos! I'm just sick of it. Everyday, I hoped that our lord will change. But what happened? Nothing. His condition worsen each day. We will have snow about 2 foot tall. Sometimes I wonder what is the real truth behind this? Just some big jerk thinking he can torture us and treat us like slaves? I know, I know he is our lord but has he even stopped to ask how we were doing? No. He is just a pathetic man, who is scared to lose his soul. After  the death of his wife,  he just sits there in his room as if he was doll. I know this because I am his maid. I was chosen because I was the more older one. I am not honoured really. He can just give my job to someone else. You think I would be rich by now but he doesn't pay us. Not even one cent from his riches did he give it to us. Miserable.
Our life's are destined to be miserable. Just a pathetic soul here living like a bunch of idiots who doesn't even know what we're doing.

But to be honest, I love to be alive but in the sense of way, that we wouldn't be forced to do something. I want to break out of this world. But we can't. It's so sad if you asked me.
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