As we all gathered and celebrated, everyone had fun and loved each other. Laughter filled the house and everyone wore red sweaters to bring positive joy, we were ready for the new year. Drinking red wine and eating delicious red ham, the night couldn't have been better. As we watched the countdown to the new year, we were moments away from the start of a new national year, but they arrived. Men dressed in elusive black uniforms broke in and ransacked our house, arresting every single one of us. I tried to run away but there were too many of them, they came from everywhere like rats in the sewers, disturbing everything they came into contact with. They pinned me against the wall like I was a wanted criminal, but neither of them spoke a word. word. Like silent hunters, they lacked emotion and human traits, they are soulless monsters who only care about the law. The law that has now been passed due to the amount of crime and scum that has filled our streets with blood, is all their fault, but in the eyes of the government, it is all of us. Those who could potentially become corrupt thugs and cause nothing but devotion and suffering through cruel means. As they stamped their authority wherever they stepped, their dark, glowing red eyes stared back at us. Gathering us into a group and putting us on our knees, they surrounded us. As one of them stepped forward, I shook in fear and it was the worst thing I could have ever done in my life. All their eyes lit up and turned to me. Somehow freeing myself from my chains, I broke through them and ran, but they caught up with me in seconds. I thought that was the end for me. Dragging me towards the group and putting me in tighter chains, one of them, disgusted and indignant, announced in a sinister voice, ...... middle of paper ......o the icy desert , my eyes began to drown In tears, I saw friends bloodied and beaten in the corridor, then dragged out, everyone on both sides of the street was either loaded into vans or thrown to the ground by soldiers brutal demoniacs. We were all too drunk to fight back, we were herded like sheep, herded until we were sentenced to death. I then tripped to the ground. With dirt on my face, an empty wine bottle was abandoned in front of me. Looking into his reflection, flashbacks flooded my mind and all the times I spent with my friends at parties, even the bad ones, I wouldn't miss them for the world and I wouldn't change a thing. I just regret never having had the opportunity to do it more, all those opportunities I wasted doing stupid things I let them pass but if I could do it again it would be different.