Awoken by a loud banging on the door, I sit up on my bed and rub my eyes; curious to check where the sound has come from. Before I get the chance, my mother and father come into the bedroom; screaming at me to get under my bed and stay quiet. I do as they say. My heart feels like its beating out of my chest. What's going on? Are they in trouble? Am I?

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I press my chest to the carpeted floor, my head on the ground. I hear distant shouting of a strong, male voice I don't recognise until all of a sudden a group of men are walking into my bedroom. Distant sounds of my parents screaming and shouting are gradually getting further and further away and my heart stops. What is going to happen to them? I hold my breath and look out from under my bed at the men's boots. I hear the sounds of guns cocking and I begin to feel the tears escape my eyes. My hand covering my mouth in an attempt to stop the sound of my breathing.

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The men continue to look around my room but after a few more seconds they begin to walk toward  the door, as if they're about to leave when I see the last man stop and his feet turn toward the bed. My heart beats even faster, my palms are sweaty and I can't stop shaking. I feel as if I'll pass out if I hold my breath any longer. I feel my face turning from red to purple and I let out a shaky  breath. I feel my eyes wet before I start to cry. Sudddenly, a head is reaching for me and I scream. He pulls me out from under the bed, hitting my head against the frame and scraping my back along the wood. I feel like I'm being tossed around like a piece of meat. He grabs my hands and ties them around my back before throwing me out the room toward another one of the men who holds a gun to my head and ignors my panciked questions.

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"Who are you people?" "Where are you taking me?" "Where are my parents?"

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I look around my home; men tossing things around absently as if they weren't our belongings. I eventually give up with the uestions and scream out in anger. When I realise nothing is working and it's inevitable I am going whereber these men are taking me, I simply give up. I just follow in silence as they shove me into the back of a car with two other children and drive away.