I did not ask for this life, I did not wish to have this life thrust on me. I am only a little girl I did not ask to become a killer, but the L.R.A stole me from my home, from my family nad thrust a gun into my hands when I was but a little child of five, now I am almost eleven and I have killed and I have faced the barrel of a gun many times. I should still be playing with dolls, but I never really had a chance to be a little girl. I was forced to become a killing machine.
I want a better life than this, but if I don't do what they say, then they kill me. I hate this life, but it is the life I have, and I have to do whatever is possible to stay alive.
Even if it means killing others, even children, even little girls younger than myself. Whatever I am told to do I must do, or I pay the consequences.
My innocence has been taken from me in so many ways, not only am I forced to kill but I am forced to have sex with many four or five times my age. I have no choice but to comply, especially when they are forcing me with a gun pointed to my head.
They call us the Lord Ressisance Army. L.R.A. for short, but what kind of Lord allows things like this. What kind of just God would allow me a child to become a monster.
I miss the life I had before the L.R.A murdered my family and stole me away. I was looking forward to going to the village school. My parents worked hard to make sure we had enough food and the opportunity to live. Something hard to do in a village where starvation was everywhere. I saw some of my friends die from hunger. Perhaps that is why we were so vulnerable. Those who did not die, were forced along with me to join the L.R.H, boy, girl it did not matter. We would all fight, we would all kill.
To Be Continued
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