Chapter 1.4

All day, she heard constant screaming and pleading. There was just no end to it. I hid almost all day in the closet and only came out when it was late at night and the moon had gone down. The soldier came in quietly and he walked towards the closet.

I hid deeper down into my hiding spot. It was full of clothes but fresh and dirty, but I didn't care. she was alive. That's all that mattered. "Mister?" I asked.

"Yes?" he said as he help my hand and set me on his bed. It smelled of tabacco and grass. "By the way, what is your name?" he asked.

"My name's Kellie Hart," I said a little shy.

"How old are you Kellie?" he asked.

"I'm 9," was all I said. Frightened to the bone, I slid a little back from him feeling a little insecure.

"You sound a little big for a 9-year old, and just a little too small for one." he smiled. I can still remember that smile. It was warm and nice. Full of love and compassion, feeling. Something all the other people lacked.

"Well I'm 9," I said stubbornly. "Where's my mommy? I'm hungry and I want her stew!" I complained.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to eat this bread for a little bit." he handed me a loaf of bread, and by the looks of him, it seemed like he hadn't eaten in a while. He was skinnier than all the other officers, but he seemed higher ranked.

"Okay," I nibbled at the bread and it melted in my mouth. The flavor burst into my mouth and I went from nibbles to bites, and slowly to shoving the whole thing into my mouth. I realized that I was hungry and wanted more, but I knew that I wouldn't get any until tomorrow.

"Would you like to sleep with me on my bed tonight?" he asked as he dug through he closet I had been hiding in.

"Is it comfortable?" I asked.

"You're sitting on it," he chuckled. "You tell me."

I laid down on the part of the bed that was closest against the wall. "Yes, It's comfortable, but I liked my bed, and my blankets better." I said being a little greedy.

"I'm sorry," was all the man said.

"It's okay. I just miss my doll that was at home," I said pondering about all the things I had left behind.

"Well, I'll get you a new one," he said as he lifted me up. He slid me under the sheets and took off my shoes. "You can call my cousin Chriss." he said.

"All right cousin Chriss," I yawned. "Good... Nigh--" Before I could utter another word, I had already fallen asleep. It felt relaxing, but I remember the last thing I heard that night was his laugh. Oh, how I loved his laugh.

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