Hmm, what's this. *Blows dust off 'Submit Something' button* Well, I'll be darned. I haven't used this in months!
Diclaimer: This was made to be melancholic. Sad. Upsetting. If you don't want that today, do not read. I didn't think this was Adeventure Fiction, and it wasn't Sci-Fi or Romance, so I slapped it in Other and hoped that was right.
Mama's all that matters.
The girl runs between burning buildings, the heat stinging her skin. Soldiers and townsfolk crowd the streets, screaming and shouting. Gunshots echo all around. The smell of burning wood fills the little girls nose, ash stinging her eyes. Nothing matters except finding Mama.
A heavy hand grasps her shoulder, making her shriek. She turns to see a mans cruel face frowning angrily at her. His breath smells like thrown-up cheese, making the girl wince. He pushes the girl against the wall of the grocer and holds a gun to her head. She wriggles and struggles, trying to escape. Nothing matters except finding Mama.
The man suddenly falls on the girl, his weight pushing her to the ground. She stares at the red water oozing from a hole in his back. The girl screams and pushes him off of her. Getting up, she continues looking. Nothing matters except finding Mama.
Sleepiness stalks her. She barely has the energy to stay awake. A running woman pushes the girl to the ground. Tears form in her eyes. She can’t continue. She’s too tired. But she has to. Nothing matters except finding Mama.
She stands up, her hands on her newly skinned knees. The little girl looks around frantically, her eyes scanning the scared faces of other girls’ mamas. Where is she? Where’s Mama?
“Annie!” the cry comes to the girls’ ears. “Annie baby! Come here!”
The girl turns around, her brown curls whipping her face. “Mama!” she screams. The girl runs to Mama and her waiting arms. She clings to Mama and her Sunday best, the blue dress smooth against her crying eyes. Mama whispers rushed comforts, but they don’t matter to the girl. All that mattered was finding Mama.
People rush around them, running from something. The girl looks up and wipes her tears away. A huge metal monster comes down the street, with more of the soldiers. They come, hurting people, making them fall to the ground. A pole sticks out of the front of the monster, shooting. The girl holds on even tighter. All that matters is staying with Mama.
A soldier comes up to them and pulls Mama away. The girl screams. Why is he taking Mama? Mama says to be quiet; that nothing’s going to happen. The man pulls out a knife, holding it to her throat. The girl watched in horror at what he does next, making more red water come. Mama groans and the man cuts her neck, Mama’s beautiful, beautiful neck, right where she would wear her pretty pearl necklace on Christmas Eve. All that mattered was staying with Mama.
The girl screams at the man and tugs at Mama, who he holds in his arms. He only laughs and kicks her aside. The girl cries on her pink skirt. The soldier listens to a shout in a strange language and drops Mama to the ground. The little girl runs to the still body, shaking her. “Mama!” she screams. “Mama, wake up!” All that matters is waking Mama up.
But Mama will never wake up.
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It seems like she should bump into more people.
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