Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

I sat there patiently waiting for the man to leave, while i sat there i could feel blood dripping down my face. I could even feel my fist hitting the mans face again, each knuckle pressing against his bony face and feeling the creaking of his jaw. Then i came back to reality, My face blood red and being scared to the bone. Terrified of the man finding where i hid.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

The ground came toward me very fast as if running on a treadmill. What seemed so slow became very fast and tiring. My body began to feel heavy, where pain started to burn on my thighs but the pushing of speed did not begin yet. Sweat collected against my forehead, and my back. My breathing began to hitch, but I could not have stopped when I just began.

I felt a warm heat behind me, I couldn't breathe. I knew something had gone wrong, I went through the window cramped up like a ball. As I got out of the house I could finally breathe, I turned my head and all I could see was flames. The man had done something harrowing. I could see it in his eyes dry yellow eyes.

The jagged ground hurt my hands, a bit of blood staining the ground. I felt electricity run through my body, making me scream in pain.

The next thing I see is darkness. I couldn’t figure out if I was alive or not but the only

It was so dark when I opened my eyes, but I knew I was suddenly

I looked up. Everything was blurred. All I could see clearly was a big black

There was a sharp tearing pain in my leg. I jerked away from it, a thick red line standing out on my bleeding leg. Before I could process further, grief was ramming into my chest, and I was on my back.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the musty night. An agonizing pain filled my right leg. Adrenaline pulsated through my veins and my vision clouded. I staggered for breath that I couldn’t catch. Instantly, a feeling that I had never felt before overcame me. Fear brought me to reality. I had to run.

Darkness. Maybe because my eyes were shut. And the faint feeling of needles penetrating my skin. I couldn’t open my eyes and the darkness didn’t seem to go away. The feeling of needles grew stronger and my head started to pound. I tried to open my eyes with force but nothing seemed to work. I couldn’t move my body either. The pounding inside my head grew louder and it felt as if someone banged my head into a cement wall over and over again. The feeling of needles also grew and it felt as if nails were hammered into my flesh. The pounding and the hammering and the pain grew until it felt as if I would detonate. Suddenly I felt like electricity passed through my body and colours started flashing before my inner eye. I heard a shrill sound but

The last thing I heard was, “Don’t worry, it will be fine.”, then I entered a state of darkness where all colour from my vision faded and combined to form black.

I plunge down, everything became muffled and my vision becomes pitch black. My lungs burn and so do my eyes. My lungs crave for air but air is not being received i feel cold and dark. I fight to get up but i keep being pulled back down with force. I finally begin to give up, This is the time i was drowning in the bottom of the swimming pool and my brother was using my body to pull himself up. I will never go swimming with my brother..ever.