War

A Story by Molly Gilmore

This story is about a dream I had. I have not gone through any of this but know people who have.

War changes everyone, That girl you sat by who was pure and innocent, just shot a man with no trouble. The boy you who was your first love and promised to protect you, is pointing his rifle at a man who killed hundreds.

War changes who you are, You swore you would never take the life another. There is blood on your hands, face, clothes, that will never come off, only fade slowly. The image of pleading eyes and trembling lips comes to your mind and the sound of pleading fills your ears. You frantically try to wash off the blood of the innocent, fear builds up in your chest as you scrub arms and face, harder each time you see it's not coming off. Your skin turns black and blues as you push harder. You want to scream, cry, and seize to exist. Images of the people you killed appear haunting you. You hear screams and gunshots in the night.

You jolt in bed, awoken by a wet nose and paws trying to wake you.

War changes who you are.