FLASHBACKS

I feel myself stiffen as all the horrible flashbacks race into my mind. Remembering the sickening stench of dead bodies fill my nose. The damp hole. All the suffering people who couldn’t be helped. The deafening sound of the loud bullets and cannons. Grasping hold of the gun like it was the only thing that could save me. My friend’s dead helpless body lying on the ground stationary. The bullet still in his body. These memories pour into my head day and night. Non-stop. Dead bodies, gunfire and blood so much blood. These images will haunt me forever.

By Emma Beevers