The soldier

[I don't open my eyes anymore, I don't want to see death. The pain of seeing this cruel human work is something I can not tolerate. I can still hear the screams of those unlucky ones who didn't lose their lifes. I didn't want to be here in the first place, they gave me the weapon without asking me if I wanted to end someone else's dreams.
I wait in the ground for one kindly soldier to finish my pain. I know I will not survive, so now I try to remember my family and I imagine myself with them.]

-This is dead, sir- [I hear his voice so close to me, they will find me and I will not suffer any longer]
-I believe that one moved... no, he's dead already. [Yes, a little bit closer.]
-Is there anyone alive!?- [Should I move? Should I make them know I'm not dead so they can kill me?]
-Sir, I think this soldier is not dead yet. [Are they talking about me!?]
-Sir, it's still breathing- [But not for longer, right?]
-What are you waiting soldier? Take him out of here- [What? they want to take me as a prisoner?]
-Put him on the truck- [Just kill me already!]
-Don't worry, everything is going to be all right.- [The pain is blurring my mind, can't think, can't talk...]


[...]
[The light, is so bright...]
[I feel... fine. Where am I?]
[It's hard to tell with my eyes closed. But I can't open them, not with that light.]
-He's awakening!- [A lady?]
-It's okay, don't try to move, you have suffered deep injuries-
[I have to open my eyes, I need to see..]
[...]
[A hospital.]
-Oh, hello, how do you feel?-
[In the beds next to me I can see the ones who had worse luck than me, their skins burned, their bones broke. But they don't scream, they are sleep, but I know they are still suffering, the drugs are not enough. Half of them will die for sure, and their last moments will be here, unable to talk, unable to see. So I feel like in the battlefield, horrible.]
-I'm ok-




"Anymore" is a misspelling but I'm so used to it and I think it really suit the storie.