Death Note

TW//BLOOD

I can feel the shadow of my mother’s last embrace.

The heart-warming resignation in her eyes as she led her children down the rickety stairs. The musty air made me cough. My throat was itchy, and my ears were ringing.

Her hands were dirty and frail as the ash settled into her nail beds. The cuts on her palms stained my shirt, slowly making it change its colour to crimson. She nestled me close to her. Her embrace was weaker, and as the world went to hell above us. I said goodbye to my mother. The house rattled. Their anger, malice, and missiles stole my childhood, my home, and my family. Everything I had known; was lost in the course of the war.

I wonder, will God take care of us? Will He take vengeance in our stead? Ignorance is a bliss they say, but I wonder if the enemy will ever learn the names of those, they had mercilessly slain.