Mmmmm, kay. This is what happens when your extremely bored and have a few ideas in you head. Yeahh, this is a poem(?) and it's told in a WW2 soldier perspective. I think this is going to be put on my dA account also. So yeah. Enjoy!

~MW0~

I can feel it

The bullet enter me

I fall to the ground unable to move, in too much pain to even try to sit up. It hurts.

I look down to my chest and see blood seeping through my uniform from the hole. Right in the middle of my chest. It hurts to breathe.

I feel hands grab me and drag me away from the war torn ground of the battlefield to cover in a foxhole. Why do I hurt so much?

I see doctors all around, tending to the wounded and dying. The medic smiles down at me and says to me, 'You're going to be alright. I won't leave."

I open my mouth to thank him but all I could do make an odd noise as blood dribbles down my chin and corners of my mouth. It tastes bad.

I can feel him leave and I cry out for him, only to find that it's hard to breathe. A doctor comes over and inspects my wound. He turns towards the medic who dragged me here and shook his head 'no'. My chest is heaving for air that I can not seem to find.

'No'. No. I don't want to die alone. I grabbed on to the medic's hand. Don't leave.

He squeezes my hand and kneels beside me as I fight for oxygen. Everything is blurry. The battle seems distant now. We did it, we fought the Germans off. Yet others here have to pay the price to the victory.

He lets go of my hand for a second and says, 'I'll be back, don't worry.' I reach blindly out to him trying to grasp him. Don't leave me here to die.

The pain from the bullet hole doesn't match the pain of being short of breath. My chests heaves but I can't get enough air in. It feels like I'm drowning. It's worse than drowning though, I have air all around and it's torturing me that I'm to weak to get any.

My chests slows until I'm taking deeper and longer breaths. I can see my breath on the cold air around me. Where is he? He should be back.

My chest stops. I feel myself shutting down, until I just lay there listening to my heart beating slowly. Don't

Leave

Me

Here

To

Die

Alone

My hearts stops. Pain is no more.

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