Chapter one- Coming to Senses
I opened my eyes only to shut them tight. It's still dark outside, which means that it's still early. I have a stupid biological alarm clock, it wakes me up early, and I have nothing to do while I wait for the sun to rise and school to begin. As I slowly come to my senses, I hear the alarm sound. Its wailing cry chills me to the bone, but doesn't fill me with fear. The city where I live came under firing range last year, so the alarm doesn't really scare me anymore. I've had six years to get used to the idea of being shot at, so when the moment of truth comes, I have no fear.
I sigh and walk towards my window. There's not much chance that I'll be able to see the rocket from here, but I've got nothing to lose.
It started eight years ago, I have no idea about what, but I'm pretty sure that it's about freedom. They shoot rockets at us we shoot back and that’s how it all goes for eight years and with every year, the missile range extends and more helpless we become. But we aren't the only ones being helpless, those rockets often hit open fields and seldom have victims except for panicked citizens or broken properties, so it's quite idiotic, useless ongoing subdued war. Well, the rocket should've fallen by now but I didn't hear that; I get closer to my window in order to try to see if it fallen somewhere and I simply didn't hear it and what do I see? It's pointed towards me, fuck. But as I watch more carefully, I see that its tail is raised too much high in the air and that its losing momentum fast, it won't fall on me but about one hundred meters from my building. That's too close, too risky; it was a stupid risk to stay in my room, because if that rocket would hit I'll be dead for sure, but you know what? I don't care, I've got nothing to lose if I die, I don't care to live or die, but I won't commit suicide because of what it'll do to my parents. I return to my bed to catch some sleep before morning comes.
