Red Dawn: the Sacrifice and the Fight
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  • Parts 11
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  • Reads 3,073
  • Votes 27
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 36m
Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2013
I watch as the Barrel is pressed against his head and I'm hardly stopping myself from sobbing right there. I knew he was going to be shot. He knew he was going to be shot. Everyone here knew he was going to be shot. It happened to fast for it to register in my mind. I just saw a lifeless body laying in the grass, and felt someone pull me down, hidden behind the log until it registered, and I sat there with my knees pressed against my chest sobbing, not knowing that he wouldn't be the only family member lost/ Or the only one close to me lost.
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."