War

• James Henderson, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2018

My chest explodes in pain with every step I take. Exhausted with fear I crawl down behind a wall. As I lay there, blood seeps from the bullet wound in my chest, every second that passes by I can feel my life slowly trickling away. Slowly…Slowly…Slowly…… I wake up in a medical bay my chest wrapped in bandages, I look around at all the hospital beds all occupied by wounded soldiers. So many I thought, so many wounded so many dead. I carefully sit up, ignoring the sharp pains in my chest, and limp to the centre of the room. Why? I ask myself, why do we need to fight wars? Suddenly the room explodes in a bright flash of white I collapse to the ground ears ringing; Soldiers enter the room assault rifles firing at all the defenceless wounded men and women in sight. Why...Why are people like this?