9997 I feel a thick liquid underneath me. I open my eyes. All I can see is red. Blood red. It swirls around. Whenever I push it away, more comes. Its like a never ending cycle. I hear cries and shouts. Guns going off. I can hear the noise of people falling, dead. I’m in a war. I hate it when I’m in a war. So many deaths, so many people I could’ve saved. I am stuck watching people die. I get up, blocking my ears. I scream, I scream until my head hurts, until I need to catch my breathe. Then I scream again. I hate everything. I hate that everything dies around me. I hate that I can’t talk to anyone but myself. I hate that I can’t love anyone. I hate that I don’t even know what love feels like. I hate that I can’t care for anyone or anything. I hate that I don’t have a family. I hate that I don’t have friends. I hate that I don’t even know what is future and what is past. I hate that I don’t know the present. Someone down. I try to catch him but he falls. Everything is going in slow motion. Bodies seem to float to the ground softly but hitting hard. Everyone falls one by one. Every #life ending in a millisecond. Each taking an eternity to hit the ground. I block bullets but they go straight through me, hitting the victim. I press my hands on the wounds but blood keeps splurging out. All these men have families. They will never see there family. Just like me. Soon there is only a few left. They still don't stop. They keep falling. There is only about ten left. They keep shooting, killing everyone on the other side. When there is nobody left, they leave. I drop onto my knees, shaking. It's weird, when people are dead, I don't go through them. I spot a meadow a few yards away from the farthest body. I walk to the body and drag it into the meadow. It's full of poppies. Red everywhere, but not blood red. It's a comforting red. I drag more bodies into the flowers. I go as quickly as possible so I can get as many bodies as possible before I change. I place them next to each other, not caring which side they were on. I place hands together, uniting the human race. We are one species, not countries. We are humans not pieces of Earth. We represent humans not places. These are things people don't understand in the world. Everything little thing you do, every little thing you say might cause something bigger. It may lay there, forgotten or it might be the cause of an idea that clicks someone's mind. Like when Aristarchus developed the theory that the sun is the center of the solar system. Someone that day might of said something like 'The bowl is at the center of the table with all the plates set around it.' I don't know because I didn't go their yet.