Dear Diary:8


Dear Diary, March 17, 1945

 I woke up in a pool of blood. I’m surrounded by fire. I try to get up but I get a really sharp pain in my right leg. I look down and I see the bone popping out of the side. I somehow manage to get up into a sitting position and try to look around. I see dead bodies and a ton of debris scattered around. I start crying, thinking about the recent events. But then I hear a noise; people. I scream for help between sobs. I hear them come closer, and closer till a boy around my age comes sprinting through the woods. I cry for help again and his head snaps in my direction and he runs over to me. I try to stop crying but it doesn’t work. “Your going to be okay. I promise you will be okay,” he keeps telling me. He grabs my hand and holds it tight. “What’s your name?” the boy tells me trying to keep my thoughts off all the pain. “Lily.” I tell him. “Pretty name” he tells me flashing an adorable smile in my direction. “My name is Colin.”  He looks about my age and he is really cute. My eyes slowly droop down and I hear people yelling at me “We’re loosing her! We’re loosing her!”  His grip tightens on my hands as he tells me to try to keep my eyes open. I try to speak but nothing is coming out. Then, everything is black. . .
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