I cover my ears,
But the voices won't stop.
I close my eyes,
And faces appear.
I smell the blood,
Feel the body go limp.
I should be happy.
I survived.
But I am tourmented.
It's not supposed to be like this,
I'm supposed to live and forget.
But I can't.
Especially because of her.
She was twelve,
Big brown eyes,
Wavy brown hair,
Innocent.
One of the last two.
Alone with me.
I saw her.
Loaded my bow.
Aimed.
And, without thinking,
Fired.
It took her ten seconds to die.
I ran over to her, her frail little body whithering on the ground, eyes begging me to do what cannot be done.
I wanted to die.
But it was too late.
Her cannon fired.
And I won.
I have never felt more regret.