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Short Story - War

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Introduction

Short Story My ears are throbbing from the sound of raindrops hitting the outside world. I hear them but don't see them. I'm not exactly sure where I am. My head is groaning from this unbelievable pain. I cannot move I can only feel what is beneath my perspiring fingers. The bedding is course, layered with my dry blood and probably many others. The buzzing surrounds my insane state, voices are muffled and foreign. I have been attempting to move my broken body for so long, but it will not obey. The date and time mean nothing to me; they are irrelevant when all hope is gone. Bodies float and sway regularly around me. As the nurse arrives to complete her hourly routine; all I have is the comfort of her footsteps, the only familiar sound that I know of. But is this all my sub conscience deceiving me? My brain tricking me into believing that I could actually still survive this pain. Survive what though exactly? You see I don't really remember it anymore - the accident that is, thoughts keep flashing into my mind but none of them piece together. Vivid images of my random memory keep coming back to haunt me. Sometimes I see a small child with no face; just a torn red coat, that reminds me of fairytales, which I could once believe in. ...read more.

Middle

I wanted to leave but not into their company. My mind raced through ideas, so I decided to leave through the back route, not knowing entirely which way to go - I just had to get out from there. I needed to get clear from that place without being seen by the dreaded soldiers. I'm walking along the backstreets, clinging to their inviting shadows, hiding me away from the reality of what a mess I am in. Voices enter my mind, making me more aware - more nervous. As I look up, hoping to see a blue clear sky, I realise I should be nervous. I'm being chased by helicopter. Their speed indicates their final objective - to kill me. As I turn to face an alleyway, this seems to be the perfect spot to lay low. My knees ache as I sub consciously fall to the ground, my intention being to sit. I reach into my pocket and pull out the crumpled photo that has become my most prized possession. My attention draws first towards my little girl Sophia, I will never forget her, she was always so full of life, chatty, and enthusiastic. In the photo she is smiling - the happiness on her face is glowing. ...read more.

Conclusion

* * * * * I wake with a jolt, my previous pain haunting me almost as bad as the current. I call out for anyone to assist me. Sweat takes over my body, soaking the sheets beneath me, my heart pounds, desperate for air that I have somehow been deprived of. So long seems to pass before doctor's swarm at my sides, more than I need. I divulge all my questions at once, eager for them to be answered. But they don't come out as I wish for them to sound because the doctors just stare in confusion at my rambling mouth. I beg and plead for them to understand as they produce a needle, persuading me that I need to calm down. I don't care about being calm I just need to see her; I need to see my Sophia. Words must not matter anymore as against my will, I am forced into slumber. As the man that would seem to many a violent brute slips into his peaceful dreams, doctors watching over him sighing, a small girl stands on tip-toes, peering over the chequered window into the man that previously was deemed in helpable. She struggles to see in, but she must, she's missed him so much. Her red coat hangs off her shoulders, looking much too small, as she mumbles to herself and the adult laying in the hospital bed. "Papa, get better soon" ...read more.

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