I was running away from the bombs that kept falling over head. Tears were streaming from my eyes as I saw people I knew being ripped to pieces. Dust was heavy in my lungs and rubble just kept flying over, under and at me. A building collapsed and then I heard the screams, cries and rage. There was too much music that was a horror to hear. I kept trying to understand what was happening but my mind just knew there was danger.
People started coming from the skies, they had guns and started shooting at anyone that moved. I hid behind the old comic bookstore I use to visit. I hear the heavy footsteps but everything around me tended to make more noise than those steps, yet they were so much louder. I had to keep focus on them, they would kill me more cruelly than those bombs could or at least I thought because with them I would see my killer. My body had cuts, grazes and I was pretty sure one of my arms was broken. I couldn’t think about the pain only running. As soon as the soldiers left I ran to one of the hospitals. Maybe get something for the pain but the soldiers from the sky where already there. I tried to go somewhere but it seemed as if everybody were dying, the sound of nature had turned into fireworks and the nothingness we usually felt had turn into primitive fear.
My life had revolved with nothing but helping kids. Now I was going to die in some attack, some random attack by some people that probably thought that they were right and their country’s name was their prayer.
I ran towards something I had no idea of. I tried to escape with no attention. I was running towards the city outskirts when I heard the shouts in a language I didn’t know. Their voices were so horrible, rough and fractures just like my city. I tried to run, not look back and hoped that it was all in my head. I heard the guns being prepared and in that moment I knew I would die.
I didn’t stop because I wanted my death to mean something to me or at least I told myself that. In that moment I realized that I would never know the kiss of love or the joy of life. I heard the clicks and I felt the first bullet hit my back. I fell over my feet as the second and third one hit me above my shoulders. My chest hit the ground and then my head. I laid there in the last few seconds of my life, they went so slowly. Funny is it not? When we are alive time is so short but those last few are the longest you will ever know.
The sounds of them leaving me, not even checking, made feel at least I would die with dignity. There was no dignity though in dying and I was just telling myself that so I could feel better. I felt my blood and life leaving me, it was such a slow melody. My vision became hazy and the last thing I saw was my own pool of blood.