They're sitting in a circle, drunk out of their minds and telling things that they don't want to.
It's not truth&dare and no one ever laughs. They just sit in a circle and tell the secrets they wish they didn't have.
I look in my niece's closet and under her bed every time I babysit, even though she thinks she's too old for monsters. I'm terrified of the monsters.
My mum wants me to get married. She won't talk about the war or admit that I've already lost that chance but it's all she ever talks about.
My father fought in WW2; he hears about it now and thinks he's back there. He keeps on telling me never to get involved in a war.
I wish I'd never got my letter.
When I think of the war being over all I can see is gravestones. Hundreds and thousands of them.
Every time I'm alone I have to check my arm for the dark mark every few minutes. Just in case.
I wish I didn't have a conscience. I wish I could kill them without caring. I know that would mean I was like them but I wish we weren't always so good. I just want them to feel what I feel.
I want to die in this war, because I can't imagine living in world without it.
I like it. I know it's sick but for the first time, I'm not useless.
They never do it again.
