User blog:Kat2wind2archer/surviver syndrome

There where knocks at the door.

There where seven gun shots.

I was still in the closet; 

My mother and father once bought a large amount of land.

The ground was perfect for harvesting and growing food; which caused us problems in our last location.

This was a nice place, it even had a school.

My father and mother could work, while we helped around.

I liked watching my father work outside.

He'd ask me for help sometimes.

I'd feel better when I did help, I'd feel more grown up.

There where five of us.

My mother; Daisy. She was a fairly pretty, if I may say. She was always kind hearted and understanding.

She used to lock me up in my room when I got sick, though.

She'd come every now and then to check up on me, and giveme some food.

Then, my father; Oliver. He was a fairly good person, yet extramly strict.

But he would never hurt a soul. He only shouted at us when angry.

Then there was my sister; Snowball.

She has quite the ego, yet I loved her so.

She would always do the work for mother, to help her out.

When she wasn't all over herself, she'd usually help me with my homework, play with me.

She was a good older sister.

I'd imagine she sets a good example when it comes to home work; she knew how to cook, she knew maths, Jammarish, she knew her medicine.

Then, there was Duchess; more of a loner, but she was pretty nice o hang out with.

She was the oldest, going around helping out others, and helping father in the field.

Then, one day, Jammers came.

Jammers from the south.

Each day they'd come by, and say; You are keeping Jammers here illegally

They hated us, for some reason.

Actually, they hated us for every reason.

Every reason they managed to find.

Their eyes weren't the bluish Grey Duchess had, full of hope, fear, care and strength-

Their eyes where black, nothingless; something with no emotion.

They couldn't feel bad about hurting others;

But they couldn't feel happy either.

One day they got to my house.

I hid in the closet- I was scared.

There where knocks at the door.

There where seven shots.

I was still in the closet; 

I then thought.

My father, my mother- two gunshots.

Snowball, Duchess- four gunshots.

The couple who came by for dinner- seven gunshots.

I then thought.

I thought a lot.

I thought of how horrified I am.

How scary it is, to be all alone.

The stress got to me.

It lulled me to sleep.

Then I woke up.

It was night.

I sat curled up in my closet, scared.

Then, it suddenly went bright.

I remember.

I remember leaning out of my closet;

I remember seeing the burning fields, all the hard work we did.

People spent her life out here, people put all their soul into this, people died, people lived here.

And now, it's all burning down.

Why am I not dead yet.