Friday, September 03, 2004
I sat on the floor, trying my best to tuck my body into a small ball. I mustn’t draw attention to myself. I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered the horrifying scene. A boy that I knew had been shot dead. I used to see him around the corridors in school, with his group of friends, laughing and joking. I didn’t know his name. Now I won’t have the chance. I turned my face away from his unseeing eyes, as he lay unmoving on the polished wooden floor of the gym, his blood forming a pool around his head. I mustn’t think about such things. I had to stay alert, I had to stay alive, I had to get out. I looked around, the men looked frightening. They had on masks so that I could only see their eyes, and their guns. Their eyes. Cold. They were scary. I choked back a sob. I wanted my mum, my dad. I don’t to die. I don’t want to get a hole in the head like that boy. I would be a good boy if I could get out. I won’t play when it’s dark outside the house if mum is not happy. I would get good grades. I would be a good boy. Really. I won’t be bad no more. I had to try, I had overheard the man with the scary eyes saying that he would kill all of us. I had to get out. I had to. I looked at the man, he wasn’t looking at me. Could I? Could I make it? I stood up and made a dash for the door.
The boy’s body jerked as the bullets tore into him. He fell to the ground, already dead, his eyes staring unseeingly ahead.
decided to write this after i had abt the russian seige that involved the sch...felt so sad..well, im finally doin sth i like...havnt written a full story in mths?? ya...finally i can..
blaque stepped into the dark at 10:43 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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