The Day of Blood

Today was scary, like a bad dream but I couldn’t wake up. I thought I could go home to the farm, but the city wouldn't let me. It doesn't let anyone leave. There's a big angry crowd at the gates, and the guards are all in shiny armor. I don't like shiny things anymore. They hurt people.
 
There was shouting and yelling, and words that tasted bad in the air. I pushed to see, but I wish I hadn't. There was blood. A man was on the ground, not moving. I don't think he's going to get up.
 
I turned to leave, but then everyone had sticks and hammers and angry faces. They ran at the guards, but the guards were like big rocks, not moving, hitting back. I fell down, and everyone ran over me. It was like being underwater, but if the water was made of shoes and anger.
 
When I looked up, I saw the other people were on the ground too, not moving. Some of ran away from the guards. Then I saw him, The guard from yesterday, with his sword. It was red and dripping. He looked at me, and I felt cold, colder than yesterdays night on the street. He told me to come, but I ran. I ran faster than I ever have, even faster than when I play chase with the wind.
 
I found a broken house and crawled inside. It was like being a mouse in a hole. He couldn't get in. He was mad. He said he'd find me next time. I don't want there to be a next time.
 
Now I'm in my corner, and I ate half the food. The cheese was okay, but I miss the meat. Tomorrow I have to eat less, or I won't have any food the day after. I don't like being hungry, but I don't like being scared more.
 
I keep thinking about the farm. It's so quiet there, and I'm so loud inside my head here. I want to go home. I want Daddy. I want the people on the ground to get up. I want the shiny guards to go away. I want a lot of things. I'm learning that wanting doesn't do much.
 
I'm going to sleep now. I wish I could sleep until the gates open and I can run home and this will all be just a bad memory. But I don't think I can sleep that long.