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A War in a Town near Me
I had a great group of friends and the most amazing boyfriend. Every time I looked at him my heart would skip a beat. We decided to go to a town that wasn’t far from where we lived as we only ever stayed in our town. However, we soon regretted it when we found out that there was a war going on and there were explosion everywhere. We also noticed that there was a huge lake which we never noticed before, we always thought it was a huge abandoned forest but all the trees were long gone and now there was a lake.
We decided to walk around, to see if there was anyone we know that we could drag out. We were sitting in this large back garden next to a pond. It was quite peaceful and it was quieter than the rest of the town. We knew we couldn’t stop here for long though, this lovely garden would soon be destroyed by petrol bombs.
We decided to make a move. I really wanted to see the lake. My boyfriend was busy trying to fight off some of the troops because they wanted us killed. We were guessing that these were the guys that we were fighting. They didn’t even look human, in fact, I wasn’t so sure that they were human. Someone was going to have to explain this to me when this war is over.
I saw a beautiful little barn at the edge of the lake. I ran up to it and when turning you back on the fight and staring into the lake, it was beautiful. I was such a happy person and not many things could put me down, I always thought that there was beauty in everything, no matter how bad the situation is. This lake sure was beautiful. Me and Garry would sure love to come here when the war is over.
‘CHEZ LOOK OUT!’ Garry shouted.
There was a petrol bomb heading my way, I quickly ran and dodged it. I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could away from the lake. I ended up some kind of field. Well it used to be a field, now it was full of debris off houses and barns. It was an awful sight.
There was suddenly a group of troops heading my way, the ones that didn’t look human. Was this it? Was this my time? Garry appeared, he was standing next to a barn that was about to break down. I couldn’t stop looking at him, I loved him so much.
‘Cheryl, you need to run’, he said.
‘What?’ I said.
‘Cheryl, run, I can handle these’, he said, staring out at them nervously.
‘No you can’t, there’s five of them and one of you’, I said.
‘I know, but if you don’t run now, they will kill you, if you run they won’t care because there is still me. These guys only want to kill. Run Cheryl, please’, he said. He was panicking now; he really was trying to get me to run.
‘I can’t, I’m not leaving you’, I sobbed.
Garry was about to run down to me but they threw a petrol bomb that hit the barn and blew it up, along with Garry. He was gone, there was nothing left of him, just bright orange flames.
I just stared. My heart had stopped, what just happened? He was there a second ago, he was about to come to me and we were about to run together.
‘Chez, run! Come on!’ shouted Laura.
What was the point? Garry had gone. I didn’t want to be here anymore. I just stared down at the wooden plank, hoping they would take me. Someone grabbed me and ran. It was my group of mates.
We kept on running until we saw this huge old building. We ran inside and still kept running until we ended up in a room full of benches. Everyone sat down. I didn’t have the strength anymore; I lay down on the bench planning to never move again.
I heard crying, everyone was upset about Garry. He tried so hard to help people who were fighting these monsters and he just ended up killed so easily. The one I love, gone.
My friends kept on cuddling me, putting my head on their laps, crying on me and telling me that I will be ok and that they will help me. I was long past the need of help. I was gone. The guys in my group realised that I was just so weak from grief that I wouldn’t be able to walk and we knew that we couldn’t stay here forever, we had to go back to our town, and we had to get back for school.
One of the guys in my group gave me a piggy back. Neither of us went home, we just went to school. We were out all night and now it was morning, we were in time for school. When we arrived, the guy sat me down in my usual seat and they went to theirs. My form tutor Mr Grundy came in and started doing the register. Afterwards, we had to go to class. I realised that I would have to move, no matter what’s happened I would have to go to class. I would have to go to this horrible school day in and day out. There was so beauty here.
We had a history class. I couldn’t pay attention. I couldn’t even copy what was on the board. I could only stare down at the desk and fiddle around with my pen. My brain couldn’t function. I was like a broken record that could only play the moment Garry was killed. Over and over again.
It came to the last lesson; I didn’t even know what this lesson was. Suddenly, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. I dropped my pen and fell to the floor. My stomach was in terrible amounts of pain. My mates and the teacher ran to me to see what was wrong. I told them what was happening. Fortunately, in this school, there was a hospital so the teacher decided to take me there.
We had to wait a while before they could get me a bed; we had to walk through a load of rooms and libraries in order to get to the hospital. It was all over the place. While waiting for a bed, Laura decided to steal some science books because she was fascinated in the subject, plus she realised that the troops we were fighting were not human and she wanted to know more about them. Laura was amazing with science. Unfortunately, she shoved a book in her bag just as the teacher walked in. She was caught and she had to have after school detention every day of this week. Ouch.
We had to wait in another room for a long time.
‘Why is it that when we mention books and other things, you start tearing up’, the teacher asked.
‘Oh, well, because....’
‘There’s a bed ready for Cheryl now, she can come in’, the nurse said.
My mates all took me in and I had to lie on this bed. There were other students in there with their mothers and they were staring at me. The pain was unreal, it really started to tear my insides up but no one was getting me any pain killers. The teacher and my mates left apart from Laura. She noticed that there was a thick book in the corner of the room and she wanted in, it contained immense information about Science, a book that wasn’t meant for students, but Laura wanted it.
She went up the bookshelf and took the book out, she was amazed with it. Unfortunately for her, the nurse walked in so she couldn’t steal it.
‘Can I borrow this book please? It’s for research purposes.’ Laura asked.
The nurse looked up to see what book it was. ‘Yeah you can but make sure you bring it back, it’s there for a reason’.
Laura smiled and put it in her bag and walked out the room. I was alone now. I didn’t know of these people so I might as well have been alone. The nurse was feeling my stomach and she could see I was in pain.
‘Can I go home tonight?’ I asked.
‘Yeah you should be able to; I’ll go and get the other nurse’
There was a guy at the end of the room on his bed. He didn’t look too good. His mother was still looking at me. Why?
Two nurses came in and came to my bed. At this point, I was moaning in pain.
‘If she can’t pee, shouldn’t you find a way for her to? Surely you’re not going to leave her like that are you?’ the mother said.
I was surprised, she actually cared?
‘That’s what we’re going to do’, said the nurse as she lift up the barrier on the bed.
The other nurse had a computer screen near her that she kept looking at. Then she got a long plastic tube in which she unwrapped. I knew what they were going to do; they were going to use a catheter so that I could pee. The problem was, I had no trouble peeing, I was just in too much pain to move.
‘No you can’t put one of those in me, I am on. Plus I can pee on my own.’ I said.
‘You’ll be fine’, said the nurse.
She grabbed the catheter and stuck it in. It felt so weird and the mother was just staring. I felt so uncomfortable that they didn’t draw the curtains so everybody could see what they were doing. Didn’t they know privacy here?
The catheter was finally in and urine was coming out of the tube. The problem was, they forgot to attach a urine bag on the end and the urine was spilling all over the bed and all on my jeans. That was just great. The other nurse quickly ran out to get a bag.
‘I bet that’s much better’, said the mother.
I didn’t reply; I was just annoyed that my urine was going everywhere. Finally the other nurse came in and attached the bag on the end.
I had to get off the bed because they had to give me another bed. They took me into another room which was also packed with students and mothers. Great! There was a high bed in the middle of the room and that was the bed they wanted me on. Problem was it was too high for me to climb. I tried lifting my knee on it and everything but I was just in too much pain. I gave up trying and just stood there.
Suddenly, the room cheered and clapped but for some reason, I couldn’t help smiling. They took away that bed and gave me another one which was lower. I could definitely climb onto this but this bed had wheels so it kept on rolling about and hitting other people’s beds. I was so embarrassed. They finally took me off that bed and took me to another room.
‘At least there is nothing wrong with your legs’; the nurse said smiling at me.
By this time, it was 3:45am. I couldn’t believe it was so late and the students were still awake with their mothers. This would be the first time that I would have to stop over in school. The bed they had given me was much better and looked very cosy. I climbed on and realised I was ready to sleep, I was so tired.
‘How come you go sad when we mention books and other things’, the nurse asked.
‘Because my boyfriend...’
‘Oh, hang on, I’m needed’, and she walked off.
I realised that my jeans were still wet from the urine and that I would need a clean pair for school tomorrow. When the nurse came back, I asked her if she could phone my Nan to bring up a pair of jeans for school. ‘I don’t think I can do that’, she said but she still had my phone off me.
She went through my contacts list and then phoned someone. I assumed it was my Nan but I was VERY wrong.
‘Hello, is this Cheryl’s boyfriend’, the nurse said.
‘What are you doing out and drinking at this time of the night when people think you’re dead’.
‘Well that’s not very nice is it’, she said annoyed.
What? My boyfriend was out drinking? I overheard that he wanted to get away from me because I was being annoying? How can that be, my boyfriend had died? I was suddenly confused.
I think I have been reading too much Terry Goodkind books. Plus, I have recently come out of hospital and had to wear a catheter as I couldn't urinate.