The Death of Innocence As the bombs dropped out of the sky once again, there was an ear-splitting explosion nearby. I dived under the nearest boulder, throwing my hands over my head. The screams of pain and sorrow were horrible. I saw a mother holding a small, bloody child to her chest; trying to keep it quiet. Beside her, was a lying man whom was gulping for air. I felt the warm tears, trickling down my dirty and blood stained cheeks. I crawled over to the couple, reaching out my torn up hand. “Mama…” I tried to yell. But it was too late, a loud sound once again echoed through the so-called-city. The lady grabbed her chest; eyes widening, mouth opening with blood trickling out, and falling on the once-living-man. I stared into the barrel of the gun; the one that had just killed my own family. My mind was racing to this point. All I thought, tasted, saw, felt was my possible fates. “Am I next,” Was all I could possibly wonder to this ext
New Join.Me I'm hoping this MIGHT cheer me up, I doubt it though... Anyways; Drawing, videos, talking, writing, etc. Please come, someone? Please... And I'm not wanting to yell at anyone today. I'm just... beyond POed.