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 extent.