Patience. A word I never comprehended. Something I never excelled at. I was always impatient and rash. I ran into things head first. That would be my downfall.
Rain lashes at my skin as I run for freedom. Pain is common for me. More so then patience.
Running is also a constant companion of mine. You see, I have no home. I run from place to place, never fully accepted. I only stayed for the food and warmth.
In many ways I was a slave to my life. I was never able to stop, always having to fight for survival.
Survival. That is what all of this comes down to. I was in on the fight of a lifetime. I was a part of the fight to survive World War III.
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Pain wraps around my body, consumes me like a fire. It wraps around my limbs burning me with its intensity. I can't see and I am long past hearing. I want this to end. Sadly, I know that will never happen.
How did World War III start you may ask? Well…North Korea took over South Korea, then continued with other small countries until they managed to take over Russia gaining a third of the world's nuclear power. The other two thirds being in the U.S. and France. France is next on the list. I live in Paris. 'Nough said.
Breaking through my barriers, I scream causing my older brother, Parker, to jump.
"Sam! Shut up!" Parker hisses.
"Parker, I didn't mean to scream…I had the dream again," I say, hoping for some form of compassion.
"Dude, give your sister a break," Parker's friend, Seth. "Never know if you will see her tomorrow."
I smile. Seth always has my back. Parker is sweet and he cares, but Seth is some one you just can't help but smile around. Seth and Parker together form a perfect, selfless person.
"I know," Parker sighs. "You would think I learned from what happened to…everyone."
Every one. That's how you think of those you lost in these hard times. We always ran, no time to grieve. Grief is another lost cause.
The planes scream over us, threatening bombs on the beloved city of Paris. That is why we are here, alone. The Eiffel Tower, the thing that drew in most tourists, was destroyed.
Soldiers march in front of us, causing our alleyway to freeze. If the soldiers saw us we would b separated and sent to homes where we would die in safety when France was over.
"Let's move," Seth suggests. I smile; an odd feeling in and of its self.
"We cannot be caught." I know there is a truth to my words, even if I wish there was not.
"Sam, what's on your mind?" Seth asked.
"I don't wanna die," I whisper.
"Of course you don't sweetie," Seth says, slinging his arm over my shoulder. Parker gave him a death glare that spoke plenty.
"I wish the war was over. I want to feel safe again," I say to anyone who will listen. Why. 'Cause you can't feel safe with this war tearing apart everything and everyone you ever loved.
"Wars don't last forever," Seth says. Parker walks ahead, leaving us to follow.
"But do we die before it ends?" I ask, pain evident in my voice.
Seth doesn't respond and just continues to rub my arm.
Rockets and missiles scream over head, causing us to run. We cannot look back now. That is no longer an option.
"Check in," Parker commands.
"Among the present," I whisper. Seth says the same.
I know it's a bit odd, bit it's how we deal. If we don't we wouldn't have lasted this long. We would have joined the suicide list long ago.
"Survive, and I promise we will live in a better world one day we will live in a better, safer world," Parker says. I just don't see how true that is.
Besides… all hope is lost to us at this point. Right now we only survive for one another.
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