Charles closed him computer softly, and sighed. He was disappointed that his father had to go to soon as it was his first time talking to his dad in month. s the life of the military I guess.t come up with anything. After a few minutes of blankly staring at a wall he admitted defeat and decided to go to bed. It was only eight thirty but he had nothing better to do and didns well-being but tonight was different. He felt irrationally terrified of the thought that his father was in Afghanistan. He has had panic attacks before but this was much more severe. He eventually couldnShe he thought grimly. He felt disgusted by what his mother had become after his father had been deployed.
he muttered as he walked up to bed. After sitting on his bed for a few minutes he decided he was calm enough to attempt sleep again. He felt exhausted and drifted off and quickly. His sleep did not go undisturbed though.
He found himself walking through a forest in almost pitch black. There were no sounds except for distant gunshots. Some part of him knew he was dreaming. The deep rational part of his brain was telling him not to worry and to just wait out the dream. His surroundings felt so real. He felt as if he could feel the crisp cold air of a forest in October, and he could feel the leave crunch beneath his feet. Eventually his curiosity got the better of him so leaving all rationality behind he followed the sounds of the gunshots. After what seemed like hours he came to the edge of the forest. As he crept closer to the break in trees he saw that on the other side there was a field. He felt a sudden urge to run into the long grass and escape from the dark, damp forest but quickly changed his mind when he noticed people running across the field holding weapons. He quickly stepped behind a tree and peered around looking at the people. They seemed to be soldiers, wearing camouflage and carrying large guns. As he watched them running across the field he noticed that they were being shot at from another group of soldiers steadily advancing from the other side of the field. The retreating soldiers were extremely outnumbered, and Charles felt bad. Although he knew he couldns face. It was bloody and battered but there was no mistaking that it was definitely his father. He stood in horror for what felt like years frozen in time. After what seemed like an eternity his father looked away and broke eye contact. With a rush of adrenaline Charles ran towards his father but he didnIM GOING TO BE LATEt exceptionally ugly, or exceptionally attractive. He was 5,0 which at the age of twelve was an average height maybe a little on the short side.. He was very skinny and his hair was a dark blonde almost shoulder length. His eyes were an extremely bright blue. his mother would say. He ran down stairs where his mother was sitting on the couch reading a book..
she asked.
He said confused.
She said softly.
he stammered.
t spend all your time holed up in your room on your computer you would know that that She said still reading her book.