It is late at night and I walk down a silent road. I walk past buildings that have been either crumbled down to the floor, or has half of it being torn down.
I try not to look around much either, because of all the dead bodies that I would see, with their blood, being splattered everywhere. I couldn’t take seeing what war has done.

Is this all really necessary?

I look toward a building and my eyes starts to water. I try to hold it all in as I stare at it…

It’s my home.

I walk inside to see that the other side of my house is gone. The stairs in front of the front door is partially gone, the walls look like they are about to fall, and parts of the floor are gone.

Everything is dark and lonely. I walk into the living room and everything is destroyed. The T.V. is buzzing with a broken screen, the couch flipped upside down and my family, crushed under the ceiling that fell upon them.
I fell to my knees and couldn’t hold the tears in. I looked away and screamed.

This is only the beginning.