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I’m seven and I’m afraid of the dark, because when it’s dark the raiders come. My parents never tell me why the raiders come, I’m not quite sure why. Every night they bang on our door. My parents go to the door and open it. Then the raiders yell at them and threaten them. I can hear their angry curses from my room. I hear my parent’s cries and shrieks.
My parents come into my room. They tuck me in and say goodnight. Placing gentle kisses on my forehead. Then they leave me in the dark silence. I drift into deep slumber.
I wake up to shouts of dispute.
“Please!” My mother cries, “Don’t kill him!”
I sit up frozen in my bed.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to sulk. You’ll be killed next.” A gruff voice replies.
I huddle under my covers. Trying to fall asleep. Hoping everything is a dream.
…Eight Years Later…
I ran into the darkness. My boots clashed against the mud. Dirt splattered onto my shirt. I spotted a gray rock in my muffled peripheral vision. I collided with it, causing my body to ache in deep pain. You’re almost there. All the earth whispered. I can’t stop now. I slowly got up, my silent cries filling the sky. The heavy winds forced me to stop, but I kept on pushing through. I stopped abruptly, falling to the ground. I forced myself up and kept on running. I ran further and further into the woods. I was lost. Lost in the wilderness. My heart beat faster as I ran deeper into the forest. Suddenly I lost control. I was so tired. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. I was helpless. I slowly sunk into the ground.
I woke up to the sound of birds. I blinked rapidly. Retracing everything that had just happened.
“I should be running.” I scolded myself. I lifted myself up and began to run. After running for about an hour I reached a small pond. Water. Clear water. I smiled.
The sun shone against the clear pond. Birds gathered near and fish leaped into the air. A bunny hopped by and ran into the lovely meadow that was behind the pond. I was astonished by its beauty, its ordinary yet extraordinary beauty. I knelt against the bay, getting ready to place my hands into the water. Until a horrifying vision appeared in my peripheral vision. A dead man floating out of the water and onto the grassy bay. Strange things cuffed onto his arms and feet. Electrical currents floating into the pond. Sparks rapidly flashing every few seconds. Was he crazy? Water and electric don’t mix. I was afraid and frightened. But I wanted to help him. I remembered learning about CPR when I was younger. It wouldn’t hurt to try. So I walked over to the man. He was wearing a corduroy trench coat. With a compass in his right hand and a pocket watch in the other. I took a deep breath and began to start. After a while, his heart began to beat. Getting faster and faster each second. He blinked rapidly and then his eyes closed to a shut.
It’s your turn Starling!