Christian Atkinson
Soldiers seep out of the terrorists’ HQ as a fleet of tanks and gunships approach. I hide behind a wall as a missile comes towards me. I am a hostage being attacked by my own team – how does that work? And for anyone who
sees this diary entry, this is the story of how I died.
I was at home with my family when a canister of nitrous oxide was thrown through the window. I placed a tissue over my mouth to stop the intake of fumes. I was conscious long enough to see imposters come into my home and drag me outside into a windowless van that was part of an armoured convoy.
I woke up on a rocky floor with dust, rats and a hole in the floor which was meant to be used as a toilet. I saw bars at the top of the room with a small amount of light peering through them. I wasn’t tall enough to look
through the bars when I heard shots, commands and screams. The door opened steadily. A black soldier walked in with a tray of food, a blanket and water. When I took the tray the man hit me on the temple.
I woke to shooting – was this my rescue? A sequence of screams was heard, followed by a bang. Luckily I was close to the door when the well crumbled to reveal a bomb had been dropped. I ran outside and hid behind a small
wall. When I saw a missile, I froze as tears rolled down my face and I said to myself “Lord, have mercy on my soul.”
Christian Atkinson
sees this diary entry, this is the story of how I died.
I was at home with my family when a canister of nitrous oxide was thrown through the window. I placed a tissue over my mouth to stop the intake of fumes. I was conscious long enough to see imposters come into my home and drag me outside into a windowless van that was part of an armoured convoy.
I woke up on a rocky floor with dust, rats and a hole in the floor which was meant to be used as a toilet. I saw bars at the top of the room with a small amount of light peering through them. I wasn’t tall enough to look
through the bars when I heard shots, commands and screams. The door opened steadily. A black soldier walked in with a tray of food, a blanket and water. When I took the tray the man hit me on the temple.
I woke to shooting – was this my rescue? A sequence of screams was heard, followed by a bang. Luckily I was close to the door when the well crumbled to reveal a bomb had been dropped. I ran outside and hid behind a small
wall. When I saw a missile, I froze as tears rolled down my face and I said to myself “Lord, have mercy on my soul.”
Christian Atkinson
