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Wake me when it over...

I lie here on the cold hard concrete waiting for some one to wake me. I hear no one close to me and I feel nothing. All I hear is the screams in my nightmares, I hear the girls scream for help but I cant move. I hear the men yell get up keep moving. Then I feel something or someone kick me... I rise to my feet and then fall back to the ground as if I am to weak to stand on my own. The man yells again get up and move... I now know he is yelling at me. I rise again and start to move when the gun goes off. I fall back to the ground out of fear. I started to crawl away when I was pulled to my feet. I tried to fight to get away when I hear a little girl say its ok, come this way its save. I let my grad down and followed the girl. The gun went off again and we both started to run, I thought that it was all just a nightmare. Come to find out its real! It was the War that had finely started. Everyone was running in every other different  ways. I didn't know who to follow but the girl. A gun went off again and the little girl fell to the ground in front of me. I dropped to me knees to pick her up when a strong hand garbed me by my hair... The hand was unfamiliar to me. But the voice was not. It was a man I fear, I tried to get away when three more men garbed me. I screamed for help but no one came to help me. The men took me with them town to town I seen thousands and thousands killed by the men who would not let me go... the only thing I was thinking was why not kill me to? I still see the faces of meany children and women in my nightmares, I still hear them scream. But the one face that I see every time I close my eyes is the little girl. Butrise, that was her name. She was way to young and she had a lot to live for. The men killed her they had no mercy, no regret, they didnt even have hearts. So one night when every one was asleep I garbed a gun and put it to my chest, and pulled the trigger. But before I did I looked up to the stars and smiled. Because I knew it was all over and I was going to be ok.  

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