Personal Narrative: My Genocide

“YOU BASTARD!” he screamed, his face contorting into a twisted mask of anger. “HOW COULD YOU FORCE YOURSELF ON ME AFTER WHAT HAPPENED? I WAS RAPED, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I WAS FUCKING RAPED!”

"Ow!" I yelp in pain. My knuckles throbbed, Matt ran quickly to my side. It was obvious he wasn't as far away as I thought.

Blood lanced through my body but I couldn’t find the strength in me to move. “What kind of cost.”

With a grimace, he closed the distance between them. “Much obliged. Damn outlaws ambushed me,” he said.

"Okay. I trust you. I'll be right back," her mom stated, then left the house.

One day i was simply raking leaves in my yard and tired as i was i leaned on a tree. Then i felt something moving i turned around and it was nothing. I continued to lean and felt it again and again, the moving went faster and and always stopped when i turned. I ignored it and then continued until suddenly…i fell into a pit. There was a statue with a pamphlet in the pedestal that opened up saying that every 613 years a child of prophecy will be born and carry on the will of Hades. I was horrified. It said that you have 2 hours to steal souls and drain the life out of every human with a transformation formula on them. I thought what a transformation formula but i had no idea. I looked at the statue and kicked it several times, but then another pamphlet appeared showing

The phrase ‘history repeats itself’ is applicable only to learning from experiences. Mass genocide, world revolt, corruption on a governmental scale. Such things are put away from us now aren’t they? Surely no one does those things anymore, right? Such was the argument of my sheltered mind. After all, to awaken those haunts from the past, would be a regression of the now established world would it not? It would be horrendous, it would be uncivil. Funnily enough, none of these rationales meant anything as I witnessed these monsters of mass genocide, revolt and the like, who I had long thought had been laid to rest, ravage and in a bloodthirsty massacre steal the lives of 34 minors.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." These famous words written by Thomas Jefferson in the Declaration of Independence have been used as famous reference points and evidence to support women's suffrage, segregation, and many other movements trying to equalize all human beings. What if I said that millions and millions of people are not only being denied the opportunity to liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, but are being denied the opportunity to the greatest right of all, Life? These people are the hundreds of thousands of babies being killed in the world each and every day without the chance to ever grow up to have liberty, happiness, or even life. I believe abortion is wrong.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

People say that I’m too young to have problems in my life but they don’t know that even though I’m only sixteen years old, life forced me to become a mature person at a young age. I see things differently than most teenagers, which means that it’s harder for me to fit in. I’m not good at making friends, I’m very selective but I like to help people if they need me. My crucible started since I came to the United States when I was twelve, and after that my life has been so different.

“I’m going to have 11 more” was my grandmother’s response to the doctor, after she almost died giving birth to her first child. The doctor recommended that she have no more children, but she refused to abandon her original wedding promise of raising 12 children. When my dad was born, he and his mother, my grandmother, almost died. If my grandmother originally listened to the doctor after giving birth to her first child, if she died giving birth to any of her other children, or if my father died at birth, I would not be here writing this today. My grandmother lived a remarkable life. Not only did she successfully give birth to 12 children, but she also held daycares and welcomed more children into her home. I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to spend time with my grandmother when she came to live with us. She lived an extraordinary life and without her, I would not be alive today.

Being in the camps was horrible. They smelt like dead flesh and were as cold as Antarctic. Ever since I was a kid, my mum said I had a big heart and the camps had proved that. Even though I was on the Germans side, I didn’t support anything they were doing; it was disgusting, to say the least. The Germans would shoot the Jew’s as if they were wild animals just running around waiting to be shot. Their faces so stiff, that they no longer seemed human themselves. Days spent hearing cries of despair and sadness, all caused by one guy who believed that, this is what they had deserved. A human life being put in the hand of another. I hated it, and the worst part was being able to do nothing but watch on and see hundreds, thousands lose their precious lives. It was silly and stupid, an unimaginable experience that doesn’t even sound real. How someone could be that evil is something that I could never comprehend.

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

The brisk wind rustled the leaves and the branches murmured. The morning had been chilly and opaque, with a curtain of drizzle sweeping across the plains. The decaying morality and despair of humanity has affected the weather, or have I just ceased being able to see colour?