They came in the early hours of the morning; the commotion woke me from my sleeping state: muffled screams of terror and mysterious bangs could be heard threw the floorboards. I jump from my bed, all tiredness forgotten. Thunderous feet could be heard on the steps coming closer and closer. The look of pure terror on my wife’s face confirmed what I already knew. I crossed the room quickly and pressed my wedding ring into her hands “remember me” I pleaded, she nodded but said nothing. Suddenly it all went quiet and the atmosphere in the room changed. The footsteps had stopped. I walked slowly towards the door reaching out a shaking hand to open it, it exploded inches from my finger tips and there stood a man no older than 20 with not a drop of emotion in his stone cold face.
That’s when they first hit me, I didn’t realise there was more than one of them. I was stood, frozen in shock at how young this person in front of me seemed to be. He was barely of age but carried a gun and had the eyes of an old man. Dizzy and confused I was dragged from my home and stuffed in to a waiting jeep.
I don’t remember much after that only pain and humiliation. When I awoke I was at the end of my street, it was dark probably only one or two o’clock in the morning. I was tired, I ached mentally and physically, I just wanted all the pain and fear to stop. I made it home, still can’t remember how but I did and collapsed outside my front door praying the right people would find me. With one last glace around to make sure I was completely alone I sank back into blissful unconsciousness once more.