It's for Suki. I'm too involved in the oc, HELP ME BACK OUT, REEEEE
Ok, how did this happen? Mom wanted me to make a watercolor of anything and create a story to go along with it.
Here is the painting:
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ACK, ITS SIDEWAYS—
Here is the story:
Suki's Story
20XX
23:56 Feb. 23
I walk out of my tent, grabbing my rifle and following my comrades.
This is the beginning of the third war between us and North Korea. They had started it, trying to gain land from us a few years back. Of course, we weren't going to give it up THAT easily. Yet, we had to be cautious. They had nuclear weapons, and we all know how that had worked out way back when.
"Allies! Forward!" Commander says. We march out to the war grounds, guns bared. I could see the Koreans around 3 miles back, waiting. I'm surprised I've made it this far, considering I was always up front. The first to feed the predator.
Our army stops and everyone stills. "What?" I whisper to my friend, Asahi, "SHH" he replies. That's when I realize something was off. It was awfully quiet. Usually, there would be the rustling of the bushes, or the blow of the wind.
Then, out of the blue, I heard a blood curdling scream from the back of our formation. I look back and see an American friend, Will, fall to the ground, blood seeping out of his back. Whoever had stabbed him was quickly killed, a loud grunt following after the shot rang out.I dare not make a sound, needing to hear my surroundings in case there were any more surprise attacks.
Almost immediately after, we form a circle, rather than our traditional rectangular formation. This was to see where they were coming from. Guns pointed forward, we look and listen.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her. A girl no older than 17 hiding in a berry bush. I did not want to kill her, as she could have had so many more years to live! I aim near her leg, pulling the trigger. I did not have the heart to kill a young child like myself.
I know any of the older people would've aimed for a vital part and get it over with, but killing someone only 2 years older than me was just flat out wrong. Her eyes widened with fear and pain, yet she did not cry out.
As soon as I had fired that shot, the massacre started. Bullets flying everywhere. I was lucky enough to be pushed out of the path of a bullet by a nice fellow that goes by Kimchi. He gives me a small nod and runs off before I can say my thanks. Moments after, he was picked off as well.
The pain in my heart was unbearable. I have been part of this war for well over a year, but I still cannot handle all of the death and destruction. All around me, allies were being shot, stabbed, punched, everything of the sort. All I can do at the moment is watch it all unfold before my eyes.
Then, my heart stopped. A man that looked 34 came running up to me, a knife in his hand. I panic, not knowing what to do. 'Do I run? Do I fire my gun? Please, dear lord, tell me!' Nothing came of my prayer.
He pins me down, lowering his knife towards my right eye, "I want you to be reminded that you were part of this war, whether we win or not." He says in a raspy voice. I whimper, yelping, kicking, and screaming as he dug my eye out. After cutting it out, he crushes it, holding it right where I can see it.
At last, I kick him where it hurts and dash towards the nearby woods. I pull out some string I had stashed in my coat pocket, pick a purple colored flower, and tied the two together, making a makeshift eyepatch. I place a bandage over where my eye was, and put the eyepatch on.
After doing so, I look back out there, firing at the people in the green uniforms and the strangely shaped hats. I don't care who I shoot now, I just wanted revenge. I hope the man dies. I hope we win.
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An hour in, I see a young man from the other side carrying a white flag. "Stop!", he yells. We all obey and look towards him frantically waving the flag about.
"We surrender, keep your land. Too many wounded, too many dead." He explains. Now that I think of it, they were fairly small compared to when we first started.
