Moral Support

Peter crouched behind the brick wall, bullets zipping by, bombs exploding in the near distance, rubble flying at all angles, tapping on Peter's head. He was cold, afraid, and out of his comfort zone. "How the fuck did I end up here?" He asked himself. It was a bad dream, he fell from no where behind this wall in the middle of the war. He could see signs from all sides, he had no answer. Something inside of him told him to look up, a star shot accross the sky, "how I wish I could be you," he said to the shooting star. "Alive for what seems to be a moment, and vanish into thin air, into this vast void." What Peter didn't know was that he WAS in fact like a shooting star, vanishing into the void after he passed away. To others his life would seem short, distant, and as quick as an instant, he would be gone. He scrunched up into a little ball and rolled onto his side in the filthy dirt, he was naked, like a baby, freezing. "What am I doing here?" He questioned destiny, fate, life, the odds were out of his favor, he did not know what else to do but weep in his grief. Suddenly the bullets stopped, the explosions ceased, there was complete silence, he couldn't even hear the crickets chirp, he just heard a loud whistling sound in his ears. A bright white light appeared in the sky, brighter than the sun, illuminating all his surroundings. he could see the wall, it was long, he could not see its end on either side, too scared to look over it he could only look out to the empty plain on his side of the wall. The bright light continued coming down towards him very steadily, slowly. he felt at peace..