My father sat quietly eating his dinner that I made for him and my brother. My father stopped and dropped his gaze until our eyes meet.
"That's it, I can't take it anymore! Living in this war for a whole year. And it's all your fault!" My father said standing up quickly knocking his chair over and pointing at me.
"WHAT! You have no right to blame her. She is your daughter. She has taken care of your lazy ass cooking and cleaning for you. It was your decision to move here." My brother said standing up and his chair falling over too.
"Please_" I said but was interrupted by my father yelling at my older brother.
"You stay out of this. I love you but she caused everything that has happened to us, starting with you mother. She's the reason for killing her. She doesn't deserve to live." He said knocking the table off to the side. Outside you can hear guns firing, bombs going off and the sounds are get closer. After my father knocks over the table he grabs a sword that he had hidden to protect them just in case the military came into the house. He came after me, I had knocked over my chair when the table was knocked over by my father and I was laying on the floor. My father lifted up the sword to strike me, but my brother stepped in the way. My father stopped the sword and yelled.
"Get out of the way my son." I was shivering from fright.
"If you want to kill your own daughter you will have to kill your son too." My brother said looking without fear at our father.
"You would give you life up for someone who killed your mother."
"No I would give my life for my sister! She didn't kill our mother, your wife, it wasn't her fault. You just blame her for it!"
"Fine!" My father yelled stabbing his son right thought the heart. Then tossing him aside. Outside the bombs and guns sounded like they were right outside and they kind-a were.
"BROTHER!"
"SHUT UP! It's your turn now." My father brought the sword up and was ready to slash his only daughter. Just as he was ready the front door was kicked down. There was a slight pause and my father began to bring the sword down. He was then shot by a fire ball in the side of the head which killed him instantly. He fell off to the side and his body began to burn from the inside out. I looked over and saw a young man standing in the doorway he was from the military. He had jet black hair, white gloves on with his blue military outfit. He had his hand up and his finger were together, he looked as if he was ready to snap his fingers. But he was just staring at me with a scared look in his eyes. Tears were running down my face and I was still shaking. He put his hand down and looked around outside. As he did this I looked over at my brother laying on the floor in a puddle of blood looking at me with his lifeless eyes. I then reach over to him and just as I was fixing to put my hand on him the young man grabbed my wrist. I looked at him with frightened eyes.
"Don't worry I won't hurt you." He said picking me up and caring me out of the house.
"Brother." I said reach over the young man's shoulder for him. Before we left the house the man grabbed a blanket and covered me up with it. He then ran outside hidden in the shadows back to his tent, so he would not get caught by any of his fellow military men. And also that if he did get caught he would not get in trouble and I would not get shot. When he got to his tent he sat me down on his bed. He was out of breathe and he was panting.
"Stay here, okay. But stay hidden just in case someone comes in and sees you. I will be back later." He said to me. He was holding on to my shoulders and looking me right in the eyes. I still had tears running down my face. He got up off his knee and went back outside. I thought for a minute if I should run away or not. But where would I go? How would I protect myself in this war? So I did as the young man said to do. I hid.