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Trying to Concentrate on Freedom |
| Written by hannah | |
| Tuesday, 26 August 2008 | |
Thunder is heard over the horizon. Footsteps left on the road beside us. The end is coming, we all knew that. My mother cries for forgiveness, for her children to be safe. I try to look up but I see nothing there. A man with a gun hits my mother in the face. Says to rot in hell. I rush to my mother, trying to help her get up. I cry, I cry for everyone to see dying. I pray to God to help my mother stay alive. But that seems impossible now. Screams, yells surround me, keeping me from escaping into my fantasy. A man points a gun at us and tells us to move. My mother shows no pain though I can see her trying to show it.We were moved onto a train to a place where they said we would be safe. My mother didn't believe it. My mother told my brother and me that if they had given us food for the trip we would be fine then it wouldn't sound fake. But they didn't. 6 long days traveling, I hope for clean air, for freedom. But my mother's bruised face told me otherwise. The cold air gave me chills, made me remember the past. My father dying to protect us. The guns firing, the destruction of stores. The man who started it all, showing no sympathy towards us. My life ruined because of him. The train stopped at a fenced in area. My mother grabs our hands and follows everyone. Soldiers push men and women into different directions. They told my brother to leave us. To go in another direction. My mother screams my brother's name "Ralph. Ralph", but he was already gone. They shaved our heads, told us to take off our clothes for a nice warm shower. I can feel my mother shake with fear. We stand in a room, no lights, the door closed behind us. The showers turn on I fall to the ground listening to people scream, people dying........
Copyright 2008 hannah |
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