It was windy, the ocean's waves were massive. I put my feet in the water, the cold water made my feet numb in minutes. I got goosebumps, butterflies were flying in my stomach i was so scared, leaving my country i looked around me to see the other people who were also getting on the boat. They were also in tears.
"Ladies first" the old man called out with his raspy voice.
The boat wasn't that big for the amount of people that were trying to get on but somehow we all fit. But it was very squishy.
I make room for a pregnant woman who was crying, she was alone. Im guessing her husband isnt going to join us on our journey.
I have a really bad feeling about this journey.
After the sobs stopped it was dead silences, the only sound that could be heard is the waves crashing against the boat. Everyone was exhausted.
It was about 20 minutes since we left from shore into the ocean.
When i close my eyes the only thing i see and hear is the the bombings and the lifeless bodies around me.
I hardly knew anyone on the boat. To be real i knew no one, i was alone. Independent. I look back from where we came from a tear left my eye falling on the hard wooden floor of the boat. I was devastated.
Looking around I only see faces that are lifeless, despite them escaping everything they don't look alive or even happy for that matter.
I closed my eyes to breathe in and feel safe. I'm happy I survived but it was useless, I'm not even happy I don't have my family.
I closed my eyes to remember my last happy moment with them.
-flashback-
"Run as fast as you can, I'm still going to catch you" my father yells out behind me.
I run as fast I could towards my mother who is cooking. I hide behind her. "What are you doing sweetheart, you're going to get hurt" my mother speaks.
"Where is his? Honey where is our prince?" My father spoke as I dig myself close to my mother's back.
I hear my mother giggle and say "he ran that way" her arms move showing the direction I apparently ran to.
I close my eyes as I hear footsteps walk away from us.
"GOT YOU" I jump as my father yells as he picks me up effortlessly and chucks me in the air to catch me back.
"Put me down papa" I whine. My father chuckles
Seconds later I hear a very loud sound. Everyone stops and looks out the window from the kitchen to see what is was.
I couldn't see anything but I see my mother cover her mouth and look at my papa.
"If you're inside the house come out!" The front door slams open as we hear men's stomp inside.
My father put his finger towards his mouth to tell us to be quiet. He gestured us to follow him and we did.
We walk-run towards the back of the house where my papa made a back door for any emergency.
*bang* a gunshot was heard. I look at my mother to hear her scream.
I look to where her eyes were looking at. Papa.
He is shot.
"I-i...ru-run" papa tried to talk.
I shake my head as I start to cry. My mother hugs me tightly as she kisses my papa.
*bang* my mother stiffened and at the moment my our life shattered in pieces. I knew it was my mother this time.
Her tight hug loosen. My eyes reached her gazes it was teary.
"R-run" she pushes me towards the door. I shake my head as she continues "promise me...promise me," she took a breath and continued "you'll leave, don-don't turn bac-k" I had no choice, she took her hand in mine and kissed it.
"I-i love yo...you" *bang*
I ran towards the door and hid behind the wall to see the men. They were wearing all black, they're whole body was covered by the black costume they were wearing. They came close to where my parents were and shot them again.
-end of flash black"
I wanted to get off this boat and swim to the nearest country. But the only thought right now is haunting me is when i get off what am i going to do? I'm a refugee!
I may be safe from the bombings. But am i going to be safe forever? Without a family, shelter, food or even clothes?
I don't even know anyone! How am i going to survive.
I had a long journey ahead of me.
*** I wrote the story at the start of the year, (2016) for history at school. This story is fictional but many people go through such and I just wanted to write a story. I was seriously nearly in tears. This story is really touching to me because I know somewhere in the world someone had to move their country for a reason...alone without their parents for a particular reason.
Let's end this book on a happy note
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