War

Dreamt that I was out on a mission. We were trapped in a small house while the whole nation was wiped out already. I was holding a sar, loaded and ready to fight to my very last breath for the nation. So I gave my last ops order and came out with the best plan that I could thought of to the remaining comrades / civilians who were still alive and we hid in various places of the houses, waiting for the them to come in, and kill all of us. I hid in the toilet, which was just at the end of the staircase. It was dark, but I was ready. I looked through my scope, everything was ready. My magazine was in, I've cocked my SAR. And the door opened and light bounced into every different corners of the room. Someone whispered in the dark, "They're here." My gripped tightened, and I looked through the scope with enhanced focus. Maybe it was the body's optimum condition to be in just before I get killed. I felt so ready. And then, the silhouette passed by and I caught a glimpse of the faces. It was Yong Sheng and Min Jian. The crosshair was on Yong Sheng's head, he did not notice me. As much as I didn't want to, I pulled the trigger...
Bang.
My SAR was faulty and not zeroed properly. They knew where we were now and they came rushing to the top of the house. And from the corner of my eyes, I saw my friends getting killed and the innocent civilians being killed. I walked out from the toilet and surrendered with my two hands held high. I shouted at them "Don't do this!"
Bang!
I was shot in my left chest. The pain was excruciating. My clothes became wet. And I realised it was the blood. I lay down on the floor, my vision became dark...
Bang!
Another shot was fired even though my senses were dying on me. Yong Sheng was shot, and he was lying beside me. Our eyes glued together. I crawled towards him. He crawled towards me too. I was still feeling intense pain pulsating through my entire torso. I held his hand, and we just stayed in that position, motionless.

And so.. I was still alive when I opened my eyes. Someone was sending me home on a wheel chair. Everything seemed fine, the entire city seemed vibrant again. But there was still pain, I was still wounded. I realised it was my mum, pushing the wheelchair, bringing me back home. She seemed so at peace. She must not have known that I was about to die. I looked at her and felt at peace with everything. At one moment, there was a flashback on my life. All the darkness that I've been through. It was so dark. It's not a metaphor of any sort. I went into darkness, and took a little tour around every corner that I've reached. It was dark like hell and it was scary. Flashback ended, I was on my final breath. I told my mum what happened but she didn't believe me. Until I toppled over the wheelchair, and shouted one last time in pain. She looked at me and she started tearing because she finally realised that I was going to die. And so I lay there..
Ready...
To die.

And yup, I woke up in fuck tons of tears.