Shots were fired all around town. Poor innocent lives we're taken in a matter of seconds. They were taking over... everything. I had no idea if time permitted our family to move away before we lost our lives. Every night was a nightmare to hear about family friends getting captured and killed. My father tried his best to hide my sisters and I behind the dresser when we heard the soldiers coming closer. Behind the dresser was a hole in the cement wall which was big enough to fit us 3 kids. My mother looked at us everyday as if she was trying to enjoy the last moments with us, which frankly frightened me to think she thought her soul would not live on. On day in the winter, the soldiers came to my neighborhood and fired shots everywhere. Up the sky or towards someone, it didn't matter as long as something died. One shot came through our window from a soldier below and our family ducked. My father said the bullet was inches from his face since he was passing the window. Another shot was fired and we heard so,some across the street cry out a bloody cry. It was Steph, my neighborhood friend. Tears ran out of my eyes. When was this going to stop? More and more cries were heard, but then it stopped 40 minutes later, and we heard the soldiers' vehicles leaving. They were gone for now, and we can take a nice deep breath.