*This short story was one I wrote for a Literature exam during high school. 7th of March, 2012.*
I crouched lower, my feet cramping. Gunshots whizzed above me, wildly aimed. Stomping of feet, shouts and cries bombarded my ears rising to a high excruciating tempo and then dropping again. Combat leather boots appeared in front of me, searching, searching. Then they were gone. My heart thudding at a manic speed, I inched back as quietly as I could as I heard airplanes fly above me, their blades beckoning me to come out. I am a shadow, a black nothingness. I strained my eyes to see again through that hole in front of the darkness I was surrounded by. Light was streaming in, yearning to dissipate the void that squeezed in upon me filling up my mind and enclosing me like a cage.
Another one bites the dust, there it is. The sound. A shot sounds out, a scream is followed and a man is down, in all directions.
I close my eyes, center my mind and I can see the beginning of the end. The war I started. Colors shifted and and changed swirling to match that dark place, the mood thickening, then it changed. A kaleidoscope of exotic bright colors filled my mind, and I saw the future. I see it all. I relaxed, my tensed bunched up muscles releasing their hold. I knew I had to end this, my mind focused on that thing; I became an avatar. I shifted closer to the light, my ears picking up the sound of a voice. The voice. Her voice breaking, she called to me. A shot rang out, a terrible mournful scream followed and she was silent.
Everything went too upon that silence, the hope, the bright colors, the dream, yearning, searching. The gunshots. The airplanes. The leather boots. The light shining through this dreadful painful darkness.
My mind heavy but my head light, I could see nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing but salty tears that silently ran down from my eyes. Everything was over, everything was lost but I knew as I closed my eyes to be still forever, I couldn’t end it. I had lost the war I started.