Scars & Fire

She screams as the child's crys go in attended. Knots keel in my stomach as I push back tears in my eyes. Soliders. Hundreds of them, carry arms as they push back famished women and children. They swipe us to the ground as they cry. They are beaten. Women and young girls touched in ways that are never ok. I'm on a hill witnessing it all. I knew this day was coming. We had been warned in school. I had been in Socail as usual when the teacher had explained the United States's situation as of now. She had explained how we had a rocky relationship with the Middle Easf. We had invaded them, and they had destroyed two prized buildings here on U.S. soil called 'the Twin Towers' according to my teacher we didn't get along well with them. But I knew there was more. She just Didnt tell is all. Here I was swaddled in ragged blankets on hill that had fumes and smoke sournding it. I wanted to cry but I knew I couldn't, I had to help people out of the flames. I run down the hill is tears release from my eyes as I yearn to be in the day before when I could hide under my covers of my ever so soft feeling bed and only worry about what I would wear the next day. Not have to go into the flames and save children. My heart pounds fearlessly against my chest as I scream at the sight of an 8 year olds rape before my eyes. She holds a blanket and screams someone's name Before a solider near by shoots the child. Has it begun? And can't of. No. I just can't of. But I know it has at the same time. Life on earth as we know it was coming to an end. No more warm showers in the morning and dreary hours in a classroom. Lives would be shattered and claimed by the feiry end of a rifle, more children would die. Person after person crying and blood shaken my the flames and scars. And I knew there was no way out. I knew whether I liked it or not it had begun. World War III was here.