My first story! <3
As he lay there, thinking, sweating, and leaking. He was leaking tears and blood. The tears were warm. They were running down his cheeks, leaving marks on his face. Even though they would eventually disappear, the tears would still have a mark there. There would always be a spot where that tear had a mark. It could never be completely forgotten. Even if he forgot where that one tear was, there would always be a mark.
Alex looked up at the stars. Wondering how he had gotten to where he was. He had never intended to get hurt, or to hurt anyone else. It had all happened so fast.
He felt a rush of pain through his body. The pain was so powerful. He couldn’t move. His bones were stiff. He felt so helpless laying there. Not being able to help his best friend laying about five feet away from him.
Alex looked up to see his friend, Josh, just laying there. Blood was coming out his mouth. Josh was no longer shaking as he had been before.
Alex heard no sound. All was still. The only thing he could hear was himself breathing.
He gathered all his strength and tried to sit up. He fell back down again. He tried once more. He sat up and used his hand to sturdy himself. He looked around but saw no movement.
He was sure they were gone now. Those people that had hurt them were gone. But as was every other living person close to Alex.
Alex looked around and saw many dead bodies. Some were still shacking or twitching, but most were just still.
In one way Alex wished he could have died as well. He didn’t deserve to live anymore. Even if he stayed alive, the chances of him being saved were very small. Why would anyone come look for survivors when they had already been told there was no way they could do it.
Alex screamed at the top of his lungs, “I’m sorry!” he said it again “I’m sorry, Im so so sorry!” Then he continued. “Forgive me. Please forgive me! I was wrong. I give up. I surrender. You were right. I can’t do this without you!”
Alex had no more strength to hold himself up. He collapsed on the ground. He could feel the blood pouring out from his leg. There was so much blood everywhere, it just would not stop pouring from his leg.
Why was he left here. Everyone else was dead. Gone. Why was he still alive? How come it had to be him? Why couldn't he die in honor as all the other soldiers had?
He didn’t even know what had happened. He had probably been shot. He had been running and all of a sudden he fell to the ground. He couldn’t feel anything. His whole body had gone numb for a while. Then Josh had bent to help Alex up. Just as Josh pulled he was shoot in the head. Josh flew back a few feet and that was it.
Why had Josh helped him? He might have had a chance to live if he hadn’t have helped Alex. Alex felt guilt, and he felt pain. Looking in the eyes of his dead friend was horrible. It was worse than the worst horror movie in the world. And thinking that Josh might have had a chance if it weren't for him, just made the feeling worse.
After Josh had flown back, all Alex had seen was other soldiers flying everywhere. People screaming from pain. He had seen men fall, they had been so brave. Yet they had all failed. How was there any honor in going back after failing?
Everything had just happened. There had been no plan. Alex had remembered a verse he had heard a long time ago at church. It had to do with God always having a plan. But if God always had a plan, how was this any plan? Alex had so much life to live. He was still so young. As were many of the other soldiers.
Maybe God wanted him to live. Maybe God still had a plan for him. Maybe he had a reason for not dying like the rest.
