This is probably a bit depressing, so sorry for that, but I think it's gonna be all right.

A Price of War

'My name is Aralyn and I know that life is full of pain and that nothing lasts forever

I've seen so much death, destruction and people who have lost their loved ones that it has become a regular sight for me and everyone else on this planet. The reason behind this is because I live on a planet called Zoraline and ever since my birth there has been a war nearly every year. We never get the planet cleaned up and sorted before the next war starts.

I remember when I lost my family; I didn't know what I was going to do. So I ran away from my birth place. I ran and ran and everywhere I went there were tears, dead bodies and fire. I couldn't- and still can't get away from it.

As I write this, I sit in a corner of a building away from fire, bodies and people crying for their loses. And I know that I can't go on like this anymore, that's why this is going to be my first and last diary entry. The other pages in this book are full of pictures of this planet with all the destruction and there are others of a planet where there is no war and the suns shines bright.

So anyway, this is going to my last thing in this book. I don't think you need to know what I am going to do, but if you find me this will be with me or near to the place where I...well, you know what I'm trying to say.

So I bid goodbye to the world and I hope that where I end up in death will be a happy place and I will be in peace for once in my life.'

I close my book and stand up, staying in my corner and I look around. I can hardly see anything through the thick black smoke that just keeps on rising.

But then I see the river Zora the holiest river on the planet. Legend has it that the original leader of this planet found hope in that river, but I don't care for old tales right now, but this planet could do with some hope.

I walk over to the river, through the smoke, getting ashes in my already ash ridden hair. I walk past the dead and the weepers who turned to look at me, but I don't care. I don't even turn to look at them, I just carry on walking, concentrating on the river and only the river. I've been thinking about doing this for ages now, but I have always been too scared, but not anymore. I have to do this. There is no other way I can think of that will take away the pain. I don't even think there is another way.

I finally reach the river. What looked like a short walk, turned out to be the longest walk of my life.

Despite the disaster going on behind me, the planet looks perfect now that that I am standing right on the edge of the river bank. The water is pure blue and the sun shines on the water making it shine. On the other side of the river I can see the effects of the war, but I ignore it and just look at the water in front of me considering what I am about to do.

I drop my diary on the bank and take a step closer to the river. My toes are now hanging over the edge. I begin to feel my legs wobble and my head thinks that maybe I should turn away and go back into hiding away from everyone else.

However, my heart is telling me to do this; to jump; to end my constant suffering. I've had enough, there's no way I can carry on. Before my family died, they used to always tell me that I should always follow my heart, because my heart knows best.

'So this is it.' I think. I kick off my shoes and watch as they fall into the river. I swallow and take off my torn clothes and throw them to the ground where my diary lays.

I then close my eyes and picture a place in my mind where the sun shines and the birds sing. The place I have pictured has a bright blue sky with no clouds of smoke filling the air and making people ill. There are no fires and the flowers are bright and colourful. I smile as I see myself sitting on the grass looking at the view. I look around and see my family walking towards me. I carry on smiling, that place is perfect.

I open my eyes and with my idyllic place still fresh in my mind. I take my last breath of toxic air and look around me at the hell I have been living in, before I turn back to the river, take one more look at the water that is beckoning me, close my eyes one last time and then...

...then I jump...