I remember lying in the snow, a small red line of blood dripping down my cheek, surrounded by three men. Their breath made cloudy shapes that vanished in the frosty air around us as they moved in closer towards me. The musky smell of burning leaves made me recollect what was happening; why I was here.
Mother! I could have screamed, but I didn't. I could have run, but I didn't. I just lay there, watching the winter-white sky go gray around me.
One man began to point his gun at me, casting a shadow across my face. His disturbing brown eyes looked into mine while this finger moved along the trigger.
I held on to those eyes for as long as I could, pleading and begging him not to pull the trigger.
"Come on! We have to hurry up", I heard one whisper.
Then, in a blink of an eye, they were gone.
I caught pleading and screaming but with my eyes going blurry I couldn't see anything in front of me. I tried to wipe the blur away but that didn't help at all. I then stopped and listened; nothing.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
My heart jumped as the shadow stepped towards me. I could only make out one thing; his eyes. He was looking right at me, eyes flecked brilliantly with every shade of hazel and gold. I didn't want him to look away, and he didn't. I wanted to reach out and grab hold of him, but my hands stayed curled on my chest, my arms frozen to my body.
I couldn't remember what it felt like to be alive.
Then he was gone.
There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like anymore.
But I remember this: his hazel eyes.
I thought that I'd never see them again.
