They came closer and closer.
Creating a haunting sound as
they walked. I tried to run. Tried
to get away as fast as possible.
But they just kept coming.
It didn't matter how fast I ran,
they just continued coming.
They killed my family, and are
now coming for me. I didn't do
anything. We were just living our
lives. Just the normal American
family making their way through life.
And look, now its all ruined.
I didn't want to die. Not yet, I
was still only fourteen. I haven't
even lived to see the real world.
Why do people do this? Destroy
others lives?
They were almost to me. I raced
down the gravel road away from our
house and where the bodies of
my family lie. I wanted to go back.
be with them. If I was going to die,
I wanted it to atleast be with my family.
I felt one of them grab me by the neck.
I was thrown down, and felt the blade
peirce my body. This is the end, I thought.
Here comes my death. Please, come for
me. I want to be taken to where my
family lies.
I want to be with them. To hear
their laughing voices agian. To smell
the familiar scent that ensconces my
parents. To entwine their hands in mine,
and feel the different sensations of their
skin. I want to look at all of their beautiful
faces and smile at them, just like the old
times.
The warm liquid slowly oozed its way
out of my body. I could hear another
voice of laughter as they sliced into
my skin again. I smelt my attackers
colonge, it reminded me of my brothers.
I felt yet another blade peirce me, this
time it went deep into my heart. I
looked up in pure agony to see
my attacker in full light.
But what hurt most of all, wasn't
the sharp blade peircing into my
flesh, it was my
brother.
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30 day challenge
PoetryI created my own 30 day challenge. I'm writing a poem or something like that everyday for the next 30 days. After looking at my writing, I hope this inspires you to try your own 30 day challenge! Have fun!!