LEFT (any gender, mid teens to mid twenties)
The bullet will just go through me. You can shoot but you’ll hit the wall back there. A shame to ruin the new paint job.
Now say the words: “I grant you passage.” Say the words and in five minutes I’ll be gone and you’ll never see me again.
Chris: You think the man upstairs is innocent? You think you’re doing something bad if you let me take him?
How much did you really see that night, Chris?
I can only guess what dad told you but I was alive, Chris. I could see you, dad and mom running for the shelter and just before you all disappeared, dad turned around and looked right into my eyes. But then he looked up, he probably saw the enemy soldiers and he turned back and kept running.
What they did to me those three days before I died... I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. And, Chris, it’s nothing compared to what dad’s been going through, on the inside. He’s been torturing himself. Thirteen years. I’m here to stop that. I have to go back soon but I’m not leaving him behind.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes
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