I continuously clench and unclench my fingers as blood rushes through my body, ending up at my red face where most of my anger is expressed. My teeth are clenched, my body poised. My mind whizzes, I can't just stand there and watch her get killed but I simply do not have the courage to combat them face to face. Them. Beasts. Tyrants. Monsters. Beastly mosters who are tyrants. I can't think of a name any worse. Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench.

I carry on my rythm still hidden in the shadows of the dismal corridor, my heart breaking as I watch my little Alice's breaths: short, raspy, nearly gone. I can see her dying. Dying of despair. Dying of hoplessness. Dying over the simple thought of dying. I can see the bones in her ribs through the thing she wears that they call clothes. I call it a sack. No difference really. Her heart shaped face, which is usually filled with colour, is like a white sheet of paper. It is like the universe knows that she will become lifeless. A corpse left to rot. Nobody will remember her. Nobody will know the pain. I try to calm my heart rate but it is in vain. Deep down. Really deeep down. I don't want to do it. Give away my life . But I remember when I first met her, I was only three...

The most beautiful baby was placed in front of me. I gazed at her, taking in the sight of the chocolate eyes, bright and innocent. The small petite creature smiled and I looked up at my parents, in awe of the fragile baby.

"What's her name, mummy?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, "Alice"

Saving Alice...

Finding Alice...

Dying Alice...

I am not a sadistic person. But like they say, an eye for an eye. They deserve what they get. I hate them. I hate it. The terrorism, racism. it's going to stop, and I'm going to save her.

Or die trying...