bombing attack. Faith, do you have anything you would like to say to President Obama?” Laura turns to Faith and holds out her microphone.
Faith looks directly into the camera. “Hospitals and medical personnel are being deliberately targeted. People are being denied medical care. This is one of the most alarming weapons of war that I have witnessed in the Syrian conflict. The Syrian government and anti-government groups are taking over hospitals, turning them into military bases. President Obama and all other leaders around the world, I plead for you to send in troops, peacefully, and help the innocent people trapped in this bloody war. They need your help. Do not stand by and watch, or you are as bad as they.” Faith looks angry as she speaks.
“Thank you, Faith. That was perfect.” Laura smiles. The cameraman puts down his camera and leaves.
“Did you get everything you need?” I ask.
“Yes, thank you. People want to know what is happening. I’m going to go now. I’ll call you if I find her.” Laura reaches over to Faith and hugs her goodbye.
I just hope Faith can find Jada.
Chapter 21
God Bless my Beautiful Daughter.
JADA
I can feel eyes on me. Great. I'm walking down the wrong road. Out of all the streets in the city, I selected the quietest one. How stupid of me. Now I’m an easier target for them. Their eyes are burning into me like a hungry hawk waiting to eat its prey.
“How am I going to get out of this?” I mutter to myself. I’m in the middle of their sights; I have no choice but to keep walking. I’ve come this far. I cannot give up; I refuse to let them kill me! My gun is tucked into the back of my jeans, and I am ready for them.
Slowly, I continue on through the once-glorious city that is now all but destroyed. Entire facades of buildings have been ripped away -- they look naked. I used to like cities -- I felt like I could get lost in them as if I were invisible, hidden amongst the sea of people. But today there is no one to hide me. I am all alone.
I try to keep my eyes low, focusing on my feet and the rubble beneath them, and clearing out any noises other than that of a human. As my father taught me, it’s all about focus and blocking everything else out.
A glimmer of rainbows fills the floor in front of my eyes. I look up to the source of the light show – it’s a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of an apartment. Overwhelmed at the unexpected treat, I just stare at it dreamily. My eyes trail down to the rest of the room. I haven’t slept in so long, and the bed looks amazing. I can practically see myself curling up in it right now and falling fast asleep.
My gaze travels farther down and locks in with another pair of eyes. I gasp in shock. I hadn’t expected to see someone there.
She looks a little older than Lucas, and seems just as surprised to see me as I am to see her. She has lovely brown hair flowing down her face. She is sitting up in the bed beneath the chandelier. Was she like me, tired from walking and hiding in the only pretty place left in the city? She cannot be on her own… she looks too young.
Maybe it’s a trap.
Panic washes over me, and I frantically glance around to see if anyone else is here.
I do not need to look far. Standing at the end of the bed is a tall, slim boy around my age, with big brown eyes boring into me.
He’s protecting her the same way I would’ve protected Lucas. They must be brother and sister.
If only my brother was alive. The boy and I are having a staring competition. Who will win? I can’t help noticing that he is kinda cute.
He blinks. Yay, I win . He looks away to another room of the apartment, across from the one he's in. There are more people here than I was expecting. I see another boy in the corner and a woman who seems to be his heavily pregnant mother.
They are all staring down at me. Jesus, I feel really uncomfortable. What should I do? What if they have weapons? They look like a
Faith looks directly into the camera. “Hospitals and medical personnel are being deliberately targeted. People are being denied medical care. This is one of the most alarming weapons of war that I have witnessed in the Syrian conflict. The Syrian government and anti-government groups are taking over hospitals, turning them into military bases. President Obama and all other leaders around the world, I plead for you to send in troops, peacefully, and help the innocent people trapped in this bloody war. They need your help. Do not stand by and watch, or you are as bad as they.” Faith looks angry as she speaks.
“Thank you, Faith. That was perfect.” Laura smiles. The cameraman puts down his camera and leaves.
“Did you get everything you need?” I ask.
“Yes, thank you. People want to know what is happening. I’m going to go now. I’ll call you if I find her.” Laura reaches over to Faith and hugs her goodbye.
I just hope Faith can find Jada.
Chapter 21
God Bless my Beautiful Daughter.
JADA
I can feel eyes on me. Great. I'm walking down the wrong road. Out of all the streets in the city, I selected the quietest one. How stupid of me. Now I’m an easier target for them. Their eyes are burning into me like a hungry hawk waiting to eat its prey.
“How am I going to get out of this?” I mutter to myself. I’m in the middle of their sights; I have no choice but to keep walking. I’ve come this far. I cannot give up; I refuse to let them kill me! My gun is tucked into the back of my jeans, and I am ready for them.
Slowly, I continue on through the once-glorious city that is now all but destroyed. Entire facades of buildings have been ripped away -- they look naked. I used to like cities -- I felt like I could get lost in them as if I were invisible, hidden amongst the sea of people. But today there is no one to hide me. I am all alone.
I try to keep my eyes low, focusing on my feet and the rubble beneath them, and clearing out any noises other than that of a human. As my father taught me, it’s all about focus and blocking everything else out.
A glimmer of rainbows fills the floor in front of my eyes. I look up to the source of the light show – it’s a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of an apartment. Overwhelmed at the unexpected treat, I just stare at it dreamily. My eyes trail down to the rest of the room. I haven’t slept in so long, and the bed looks amazing. I can practically see myself curling up in it right now and falling fast asleep.
My gaze travels farther down and locks in with another pair of eyes. I gasp in shock. I hadn’t expected to see someone there.
She looks a little older than Lucas, and seems just as surprised to see me as I am to see her. She has lovely brown hair flowing down her face. She is sitting up in the bed beneath the chandelier. Was she like me, tired from walking and hiding in the only pretty place left in the city? She cannot be on her own… she looks too young.
Maybe it’s a trap.
Panic washes over me, and I frantically glance around to see if anyone else is here.
I do not need to look far. Standing at the end of the bed is a tall, slim boy around my age, with big brown eyes boring into me.
He’s protecting her the same way I would’ve protected Lucas. They must be brother and sister.
If only my brother was alive. The boy and I are having a staring competition. Who will win? I can’t help noticing that he is kinda cute.
He blinks. Yay, I win . He looks away to another room of the apartment, across from the one he's in. There are more people here than I was expecting. I see another boy in the corner and a woman who seems to be his heavily pregnant mother.
They are all staring down at me. Jesus, I feel really uncomfortable. What should I do? What if they have weapons? They look like a
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