Fear

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My heartbeat was rising each second. I had locked myself in a hidden room with my 3 year old nephew and I was praying that they would not find us in here. They had attacked our city, and they had been killing everyone since last night. Little children were being brutally murdered every second. No one was shown mercy.
They had killed my family, and I had heard them do it, from this dungeon of basement. They had shot all of them, without a moment’s hesitation, and left, thinking everyone was dead. But luckily (or unfortunately) I and my nephew were here in this place, because for whatever reason, my nephew felt like coming down here.
A river flows beside my house, not a big one, but usually it’s impossible to ignore its sound, which irritated me before. But now, I would have died to hear the murmuring sound, but could not because of the constant sound of gunfire and death.
I had locked us in for over 18 hours. We were almost suffocating in here but we had to endure, for I dared not to go out. But, after some time passed by, I had thought, maybe the attack was over, maybe I could just take a peak. But suddenly to shatter all my hopes, I heard the door of my house breaking, they were here!
I stopped breathing, and my nephew had stopped crying too, for even he had felt my fear, although he may not have understood it.
I tried to hear their movements, but the sudden gunfire outside made it hard. Yet I tried, I tried to hear the monsters that had come for us, the monsters that were sniffing us out and killing us one by one.
I was sweating all over and was nearly fainting out of stress. But none of those feelings were as frightening, as when I saw the door to the room, my last resort, so suddenly kicked down. But I would not go down without a fight, I decided, so I pulled out my gun and tried to shoot.
But alas I couldn’t come to pull the trigger, for I was afraid. Do not misunderstand me, I was not afraid to kill my foe, I was afraid that he might not be my foe at all. For in his eyes I could see a person even more afraid than me. I could see a person who was hesitant, even unwilling to kill, but had been forced to do so.
His hands were shaking, he was not sure if he should kill us. I didn’t know what to do, never would I have expected my greatest fear, this monster, to be a man scared out of his wits. In his unwillingness to shoot, he shouts upstairs to his comrades “No, nobody’s here.”
So, to encourage him to leave us unharmed, I did what not even I had expected myself to do. I lowered my gun.
For a slight moment, I see a clarifying change in his eyes, he has made his decision, and in his eyes I see that he will not regret it, and I let out a sigh of relief. But only then, do I see another instant change in him, only then do I see that, he, no longer afraid, has turned into a monster again. Only then do I realise, the source of his fear was not from orders, but from my gun, and now all fear leaves him.

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