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Wali and Kamal came on either side of me and held my arms down. I struggled but it was no use. There were 3 of them and only one of me. Assef basically tore off my pants and underwear. I knew what was gonna happen. I felt his cold hands grab my hips and lift me up. Then all I could hear was myself scream then silence.

A twig snaps behind me and I swing around, instincts putting me in a fighting mindset. Instead of a threat, I am greeted by a grey haired man with shabby clothes and a dirty beard. He stares at me for a few seconds as if evaluating me as a risk and then speaks to me in a calm voice. "“howdy stranger, can I help you with anything?”" I try to reply but still surprised my words fail me. Instead, he continues to speak, "“that’s a deep looking cut you’ve got on your forehead". He moves towards me, limping a little, reducing pressure on his left leg naturally. I step back warily, but he swiftly covers the ground between us and grabs my shoulder with his left hand. His unclean breath blows in my face for a moment, and a shiver of fear and disgust runs down my spine. The shiver leaves as he turns his head to the side, seemingly searching for something on his belt. Out of a small bag attached to his belt he produces a plastic packet. After tearing open the package with his teeth he pulls out the prize, and dabs the alcohol soaked swab on my wound. I flinch as the alcohol seems to burn my unprotected flesh. I grab my forehead in agony

I groaned and with pain, but I stood strong. He then grabbed another knife and he walked towards me, but a man appeared behind him, and put him to sleep.

And it sure looked like it. He rolls over, collapsing on the ground clutching his precious 'jewels.' I roll my eyes, pick up my knife, and slit his throat. Sticky blood covers my hand. I take his shirt and wipe it off the blood, I hate the smell. Now, how to get into that room? I shrug and do the most simple thing possible.

“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,” I screamed with intense pain and hate for the man, but still paralyzed in the same exact place. He grabbed my wrist before I could stand up and get to my sister who laid lifeless on the maroon carpet. I tried to defend myself, but I didn’t stand a chance due to me being so scrawny compared to the man. Everything happened so quickly, he pulled out a purple cloth and poured some type of liquid on it. “Night, Night boy,” the tall man said while laughing. He gassed me, while I was unconscious I could feel my spirit floating in a dark place around the word The Lost

The metal of that knife is so cold. I can feel its rough texture rubbing against the soft flesh of my hands. I don’t want him to be in pain. I read once the neck is the fastest way to die. Maybe my angel and I can both die and leave the pain of the world. I climb up and hold that knife with both of my hands. I drop it. No, I must be strong for my angel. I can do it. He is calling for me. I need to help him. It will be quick, it won’t hurt him. I climb next to him. I slice. I slice again and again. There is so much blood. He struggles. No, I must have caused him pain. It can’t be. Then he stops moving. He stops

He came at me, I snapped my fingers. I was behind him. Then boom, he used it. Time felt like it stopped. I could see him hitting me, but no pain. Then I felt it, every hit he landed all at once. It hurt I thought I was going die. I coughed up some blood and stood up. He did it again, but even harder. I got up and concentrated waiting for him to do it again. Then he used it, I saw his fist coming, I snapped my fingers. I was behind him and came for a kick; it hit him with enough force to break the ground. He got up, his face looking surprised.

I said, “I'm fine, it’ll be okay.” I didn't want anyone to know I was in a lot of pain because, again, I thought it was only bruised.

I put my hands on the wound desperately trying to stop the blood. "Oh my," I panted as I lifted the now unconscious man off me. Getting down, I gasped as I saw how much blood he was losing, the bullet was still stuck inside him as I removed my coat and pressed it to his wound.

It lasted long enough for me to get close enough to smell the pungent iron of his blood. As soon as I was in reach, his crimson hands reached out and grabbed my shoulders. They brought our faces within inches. For a moment, a Julian that I recognized came back. Pain lanced his features.

I hit him there with the edge of my palm with a chopping movement…and he fell down and squirmed on the floor…I left him there and walked out and gave up the strong man’s life once for all. (23)

I didn’t know what to expect. Would he just sit and devour me to his heart’s content or would I be forced to sit in agony until it wanted it’s next meal? I found my footing and reached out my hand, touching something slimy and calloused. It flinched and threw me against a wall with the back of it’s arm. I sat crumpled in a ball, better not to move again. This was no better.

Y/N: "You're joking, right? I didn't work my ass off to be a babysitter Shae!" I said looking down at the folder in my hands that she just handed me. Reading and skimming through the information not really paying attention.

Israel received their independence in 1948, 69 years later they have surpassed more milestones than most countries do in 200 years. (Katz, 2017) Their history shows nothing but war and conflict all the way from the Biblical time frame to present day. Israel has gone from poverty to wealth in a brief duration of time. Israel’s Political, Military and Economic structures have developed tenfold in contrast to other countries that were established four times longer. Through Israel’s military, the government backing, and their ability to adapt economically, Israel is holding their enemies at bay and escalating to a superpower nation.

"It was only a little bump the other day and practically overnight…" sobbed the elderly lady as she struggled to describe a lesion that was growing on her ear. Rachel, the physician assistant, rested a comforting hand on the frail old woman's shoulder and told her, "We need to go ahead and remove this; first we will deaden it," in a sweet yet confident tone. A chill ran down my spine when the woman took a deep breath, turned to me, and softly asked "Karen will you numb me? It does not hurt when you do it." I was overwhelmed with happiness and gratification. I grabbed the syringe and began injecting the lidocaine to numb the area for the shave biopsy.