Selfish: (Adjective) lacking consideration for other people; concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure.

(Raisa’s P.O.V)

“I have gathered you all here today to let you know that the peace of our country in is your hand,” Mayor Scott announced and people started to murmured amongst themselves about this news. I never really liked Mayor Scott to be honest because he really is the sexist man I have ever met.

“So from tomorrow, every male in each family have to depart and head off to Base Lakebottom’s ,” he continued. What the hell? This can’t be happening, my brother just came back from the last war with an amputated leg and they expect him to go again?

“Hell no! My brother isn’t capable of going to war again,” I shouted while getting up from my seat and I can feel that everyone has their eyes on me, especially Jake. “Mr Adams would you please tell you little ‘sister’ to hold her tongue,” he spit while emphasising the word ‘sister.’

“Riasa…you have dishonour our family, I am disappointed in you,” my brother scowled me without giving me another glance. I was furious, how could he say such things? He may not have lost his life last time but he did lose one of this legs. Who knows what he will lose he goes again this time.

“Please Mayor Scott, you can’t do this,” I begged, I hate begging to people especially to a sexist male. “You don’t have a say in this Miss Adams, you should know your place,” he growled. Of course I should know my place; males were the dominant ones and we have to do everything and anything they ask for. What a pity world that we are living in now.

In the corner of my eyes I could see Niall smirking at me. What a low bastard. I can’t stay and listen to all the crap the ‘Mayor’ has to say. I could still feel the crowds’ eyes on me as I walked out of the community centre. There are thousands of men out there, I mean come on there are fifty-one million people here in England. Why do they need a disable man like my brother?

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“You shouldn’t have to go,” I slammed my fist on the dinner table, “there are plenty young and fit males to fight for England,” I continued. “I am doing this for the country and my family honour,” Jake fights back, “so you are going to die just for the sake of being honoured?” I shouted, “I know my place Raisa…it’s time you learn yours,” he yelled back furiously. Like I said before, Jake and I never fight before, this is the first time we’ve come to a disagreement.

I don’t know how I feel about this, whether to be sad, disappointed or angry because my mind has been clouded by the different emotions. My mum just cried without saying a word as she watched our interaction, “I hate this world,” I screamed while getting up from my chair.

“You are selfish Raisa…thousands of people are dying out there, you always wanted your way…the Raisa way and if things don’t go according to the way you want...you use your anger as a solution,” he stated as a matter of fact way.

Jake has never spoken to me this way before, did he think of me this way all this time? After nineteen years of knowing me, did he think of me as a selfish person this whole time? “I am sorry, for being scared of losing my only brother that I look up too and love,” I apologised and got out of the house.

I couldn’t stay in the house, it was way too emotional and I know for a fact that my mum is just worried as I am or even worse. Faint strike of thunder boomed in the distance and a giant wave of rain has engulfed me, drenching me to my soul. I sort of felt good in a way because the rain is representing the exact emotions that I am going through now.

Angry yet heart broken. Like the thunder booming through the loud shattering rain.

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