It was on a fuzzy day, the late days of December. I was playing with Adanne my sister and other children that came around.
Just in the middle of our play, we started hearing gunshots, people running for safety. Too scared to run, I had to urinate on myself because the tension was much.😔😔 The gunshot came closer, the climate aligning with the circumstance, the cloud filled with terror...still standing terrified, looking into thin air, not knowing what to do.
"Neche run!!!". Adanne had screamed.
My tiny legs shaking, not being able to move. I felt a sharp force as I lost control, landing on the floor. Someone had pushed me, my sight had become blur instantly, it was a total blackout for me.
"Neche! Wake up", that was all I could hear. I gained consciousness with time, Adanne had carried me to a hidden corner, her eyes all reddish and swollen. She must have cried hard with the thought of me being dead.
Just immediately, a fierce man with a gun barged in and dragged meðŸ˜ðŸ˜. Adanne ran after us, just as she was struggling to free me, the man shut herðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜.
"Adanne!!!". I screamed.
Just immediately I woke up, all sweaty😳🥺 realizing I had meditated on the story mum told us before I slept off🥺🙈🙈🙈
©Neche