Its loud and  horrid. All chaos is out. special swat team is driving us out. There killing us. Capturing us. Driving us out our homes. Slaughtering the children who resist. Killing the parents whose protecting their younglings. A  Girl around the same age as me is being driven out her home and brought to her knees. 

I'm hiding  behind a dumpster beside a building. Seeing as the girls being forced to her needs and having a  rifle pointed to the back of her head. I see her tears running down her cheek as her eyes are tightly closed.

She's mumbles something under her breathe. Then out of nowhere. Birds shoot down from above.  Darting there beaks into the swat mans gear and tearing there suit with sharp stads. I then  see the girls tears clear as shes being swooped up from a man. Her father. Then I watch in horror as he's shot at from the swat's. 

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His body is dropped. The little girl. Screams as she's stuck under him. Then. . .The most horror of it all happens. Watching as the men finnish shooting and capturing adults and kids running like crazy. He shot her. Shot her right in the head as she struggled to free herself. Dead. Killed. Murdered by the ones who we used to believed to be our pertecters. Devils.

Anger feeds me. Revenge  fills me. And  yet. My feet betrys me. Keeping me where I sit.  Im normal. Why? Their. Evil. Unlableidable. unspeakable. Unforgivable.

But yet. I still sit there. Behind the bumster. Too afraid to help the people who he used to play with. To afraid to reveal himself to only be killed in returned.

He sits  there. waits there. Waiting for it all to be over.

He waits...