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Last Tear
22:05 Dec 15 2005
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Every last gunshot, every last scream and the dead silence that came after every murder is like a bad memory of a nightmare but this was no nightmare, it happened and it happened to a lot more people like me and i was lucky to have survived or was I?

I remember good moments as well as bad. And I remember how some moments made me feel. I remember before the war, every running footstep, us children made when playing games. The rhymes we girls sang every now and then, the small talks we had and the feeling of being happy and being with my friends and remembering each individual laugh. And on stormy days we had to stay in. When me and my family found out about the war it was a stormy day. I was upstairs in my room thinking of something to do. When my mother had ran into my room and started to pack things not big or heavy things, small and light things and a few clothes. I had no idea what was going on and she never spoke while getting things. When she got to the door all she said was "we are leaving now!" I was so confused but I didn't disobey her, her frightened look made me want to get away faster I went to grab the cat Jul. But my Father came in and said "put her down it can't come." I slowly put her down.

When we got out tears filled my eyes we had never left Jul before I felt so sad. I hoped they wouldn’t hurt her or she would escape somehow. I looked back at the house while I was walking. I felt someone tug on my top and I moved back when I lost my balance. For a second I panicked and thought the soldiers had grabbed me, but when I struggled a voice said “hey, it’s me, don’t worry” in that instant I stopped struggling I knew it was my Father. I jumped back quickly, as a loud noise sounded in front of me. I looked over and started to cry. On the pavement in front of me, an elderly man lay there lifeless eyes looking at me, as blood leaked from his mouth and head. This mangled body reminded us what we were running from and why. Shouts from where the man had come from made us look up. Soldiers. Up on the balcony soldiers looked down at us for a brief moment then exited the balcony quickly. I knew where they were going. They were coming after me and my family, we all started to run. Being young I fell back as my parents rushed off. Crying didn’t help but it made me slower. My arm was grabbed and I got pulled back into a gap between one of the houses. I pulled my arm away and was about to scream for help but I was motioned to be quiet. A boy about 15 pulled me down to the floor. He was hiding. We hid behind a bin and looked out to see if the soldiers were going to pass. Then I noticed my parents, they were looking for me. The sound of gunshots and screams filled the air. As my mother and father fell to the floor. They had been shot. I shouted “no” and went to run out to them but I was held back by the boy. I tried to struggle from him until I saw the soldiers go over to the still bodies of my mother and father. I turned around and put my head on the boys shoulder and cried after a few minutes the soldiers had gone and silence filled the air, the only thing to be heard now was the cries from me. After a while I went out to my parents as they lay there lifelessly, there was no more blood spilling from them anymore. Suddenly movement from my father. He pulled out a sharp knife and gave it to me. “Finish me off” he managed to say. My eyes widened. How could I kill my father? The pain my father had shown I knew there was nothing else I could do. I raised the knife over my head, two hands on the handle to steady it. With one quick movement I thrust the knife into his chest. I pulled the knife out and screamed. I put my face into his stomach and cried. After a while I held my mothers hand. Everything was silent no noise at all as the tears ran down my blood stained cheeks.