The Enemy

                                              The Enemy

10:00 p.m.

    It’s early winter, in December. The Fireworks go off into the blackest night, and

so does my father. My auburn hair whips into my face, as I run into the distance of the freezing night. My breath vapors into the sky as I completely lose my mind. I hear my father call to, me far behind me into the distance. I think to myself, keep moving, don’t let him catch you.

12:15 a.m.

   Flashes of the horrendous memory came back to me like daggers to my head. The flashbacked memory only brought boiling tears of anger to my eyes. The words, that I created to a poem describes my experience for the past 6 months. “ Simple words, simple pleasures, but not a simple day of life. Kiss by kiss are the things that I’ve truly missed. List by list I’ve disappeared into the invisible mist. Now here I go, to leave my goodbye kiss.”

2:45 a.m.

   The realization smacks me in the face when I finally, comprehend that my mother and,

sisters death is inevitable. I sit in the frozen ground , the wind picks up and so does the snow.

The winter nibbles at my fingers, lips and ears. My father, is the one to blame for all of this. My father, is the one who, has killed my sense of family. He killed my mother, and my sister in front of me. I had screamed, I had cried, I had even shouted at him that it wasn’t real. I had tried to tell, him it was all in his head. My father had, screamed “ Shut up! Shut up! Can’t you see there’s a war to win?! The enemy is all around us! Can’t you hear that?” My father was referring to the fireworks going off into the darkest night, by our countryside house. Tears had ridden down my face. My father’s angry eyes looked into my sad ones and he had said to me, “You too, are the Enemy. You have to die.” My eyes widened in fear, I screamed as he tried to reach me and I ran for my life.

4:55 a.m.

  Still sitting on the frozen ground, my hands in between my knees I cry. Strong heavy hands clamped around, me on my shoulders. My eyes widened in fear, I opened my mouth to scream but, the hand clamped my mouth shut. “ You are, the Enemy.” I realized that this was my father, he was dragging me, through the frozen ground and mud. My father started to drag me by my hair, and I screamed in yelped in pain. I struggled to get free from my fathers grip as I reached up with my hands and I grabbed his arm to pull him to the ground. We fell down the icy slope together hard. I stood up, tall and bold “ I’m not the Enemy! Dad it’s me! Emberly Rose, your daughter!”

 5:15 a.m.

    My Dad, takes a pocket knife out of his pocket. “ You aren’t my Emberly ! You are the Enemy!” I screamed and cried out to him, I begged him to stop. “ Dad, no! No soldier left behind… Dad, please you  don’t have to do this!” I try to pull away when he reaches out for me, but he is too quick. in attempt to grab the knife from, I struggle against him., I feel a stab of pain in my stomach, I gasp. My father grunts against my struggles we, both fall to the ground.

5:45 a.m.  

I look over, at my father his eyes glazed over, mouth open I realize that he is dead. My father was very sick, he died with war clearly still on his mind. The pocket knife, is stuck in his chest  right where his heart should be. I graze the ground with my eyes, The frozen ground is freshly dusted with snow and my father’s blood. I take a second to the ground and realize, the blood isn’t just his its my own as well.

6:15 a.m.

 I laugh the pain away and, I say a poem to myself, “ He’s burned into the ruins and, buried in my mind. I’m lost in the mist and, he got his death wish. We each gave our fight for breath, mine rose up as vapor in the sky. The fun times I’ll cherish and miss, but at least I got to leave one last painful kiss.” I sighed at the end. I heard Police sirens go off into the distance. My eyes stared, up into the sky, I shed one tear.

THE POLICE ARRIVE ON THE SCENE AT 6:30 a.m.

“ Hey! Over here, I found a middle aged male and what appears to be a teenage female.”

 The man bends down to take Emberly Rose’s fathers pulse.

“ Anything?” The police man’s partner asks.

The Police man shook his head no and replied, “ The pulse is dead like grass.”

“ What about the girl?” asks the partner.

The Police man bends down to check for  Emberly Rose’s pulse.

The Police man looks down at Emberly Rose and, then back at his partner.

“ She’s…..”