Preface: Shades of Gray

Do you know that moment when the sky looks like it’s going to fall apart? Your perfect image of the world has been completely erased. It feels like the wind and the water beneath my feet are the only thing keeping me afloat; as the gas seeps through the one crack of the wooden prison. A breath of relief escapes me for finally I can see my end in the shape of a gaseous poison designed to kill. Designed to wipe away the remaining memories of a 16 years old’s history.

It all started on April, 1, 2013 the first day we heard the sirens, and the last day of normalcy. Men tore through the front door throwing my mother and youngest sister to the ground. Their bodies becoming all to personal with the concrete. “Wilbur! my mother screamed waking my father without thinking he quickly ran to cover me.

“Hide here,” he said; his voice coaxing me with the warmth of summer. I waited silently patiently for any sign that all was well, but instead I was met with the violent thrashing screams of my mother and sister. I saw the blood spatter across the hallway walls before I heard his name.

“Wilbur!” Time froze as the scene replayed repeatedly in my head.

“Dad” I cried out tears swelling in my eyes. There was no pain just an empty void that would never again be refilled I saw his name flash across my eyes before settling deep in my throat never again to be respoken.

“Get them in the van we haven’t got all day.” A soldier shouted. “Stop crying get up,” he said pushing the butt of his rifle into my mother’s left shoulder.

“Leave her alone,” I spat at the guard. He his landed on my cheek, but none of it mattered because I felt nothing.

“Get up.” The guard spoke in a hiss.

Mother stayed weeping on the floor, unmovable. Her hands clasping my fath...

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... and even in the dead of night she looked like a innocent angel.

“Our resting place,” The bitter man bellowed out. “They are going to take us all out and shoot us. It was nice knowing you.”

“Shut up. I don’t care if you feel hopeless, and bitter but don’t subject my kids to that. Sully, and Toby come sit next to me.” I had never seen my mother so angry, and hurt at the same time. The wound from my father’s death was still fresh in her heart.

“We will be taking a detour here. Children and woman will stay on board. Man follow the guard in the blue uniform.”The guard, commanded “now.” He immediately began shoving the man off of the caravan. When the other guards touched the bitter old man. He hooted and hollered screaming “I’ve got children,” We all looked at him incredulously, and he must of noticed because he immediately followed up by saying. “Well, I could.”