Hey I will be continuing with 'The words that move 'but this idea would just not leave me alone, so here we go.
Brooke xx
Chapter one of In the shadows- Rewind.
In the dead of night,
When darkness consumes our skies,
When you're alone,
You're mind tends to play trick's on you,
But what if you had a dark past?
Full of horrors, death and disasters,
What if you had been in situations where every sound could mean the difference between life and death,
What if every sound made you jump?
What if the rustle of leaves and the snap of twigs, made you want to scream?
Or a hand on you're shoulder made you want to lash out?
Could you really come back from this?
From a strict life ruled by higher ranks than you, in a war torn country to a busy, near rule free Emergency department?
Are you just being paranoid, when you feel someone is watching you?
When you think you're never alone,
But in reality are we ever?
That in the depths of the shadows, people hide,
Can you're mind ever re-adjust?
But then again would you want it too?
Or would you want to be over-aware, of what's going on around you?
Is there such a thing as to aware?
In her case, she used to be,
But she was starting to adjust to an ordinary life, a boring life. If you could call being a doctor at a bustling Emergency department boring.
If you used to have an action packed past like she did, which meant it was most defiantly boring. She found it, exciting but not as exciting as she'd like, it was nothing compared to the snappy medicine she needed in Afghanistan.
Ms Nicholls.
Major Samantha Nicholls, she was all these things, but she had adapted, but was it as good a thing as everyone, including her thought? Or did it make her a bigger target?...
If only I had been a bit more alert in the leading day's. If I had turned at the footsteps I previously would've, but noton that day. On that horrific day I was more concerned with the music blasting through my earphones.
Everybody's watching,
Everybody's waiting,
Even when you're sleeping,
Keep you're eye's open!
If only I had. If I was a little more cautious, if I had paid a little more attention to the car that was driving every so slowly past me each morning, every morning. The same car! But I failed to notice something as blatant as that. Well I hadn't been completely oblivious, I had noticed the rustling and shifting of the tree's but had passed it off as just being an animal, I guess I always knew but hid it at the back of my mind, where no-one could find it not even I was aware of it. Why didn't I use my army training, that had served me so well in the past? If I on that horrific I had noticed the twigs breaking behind me at shorter intervals, maybe what happened may not have happened! If I had not adjusted so well to life at home, but this had never been my home, had it? Well not for a long time anyway. I was proud at how well I had adjusted from life in Afghanistan where I spent most of my time treating young soldiers with shrapnel or gunshot wounds, to just another doctor in an Emergency Department in England treating beaten up teens or alcoholic adults who had gone into cirrhosis. It seemed I had fitted straight back in, leaving behind the horrors of my life in Afghanistan behind. Ok, so that's not completely true, but after that 'little' incident with that weasel Keith Parr I seemed to adjust a lot better. After all my place in the army but also my profession was on the line. They were my life and losing them, well I was sure would be the end of me. Not some stupid stalker who had become fixated on me and out for a bit of fun. Ok, so he wasn't just any stalker, he was someone I though I could rely on, but obviously not. And he obviously wasn't out only for fun. He was out for revenge! After what happened I don't blame him for being upset, maybe even a little bit angry, but wasn't this a bit extreme? I mean it was for his own good, as well as mine and others who may have been hurt along the way.
We were so close and now were so far apart. Then again I am farther away from anyone that us humanly possible. I can feel myself drifting as though im floating on air. I can hear voices, voices that are inviting me to the safety of their arms. Voices I haven't heard in such a long time, since that awful day when all but a teenage girl was lost. The day I've told no one about, and have no plans to. The day ive kept locked in my memory for so long. I feel myself running into the safety of their arms, but he wont let that happen, will he? How long is it until he's finished with me? How long until he's done with his revenge? Until he's ready to let me go to the place and be with the people I desire? The sick man just loves to watch me squirm, I wont give him the satisfaction, until my last breath he is not going to see my pain! Wait… Sick that isn't strong enough, twisted doesn't even come close, psychotic? No still wont cut it. Evil! That's the perfect word to describe him. No….. that's not hash he is after all the man who stopped my chest from rising and my heart, from beating!
Sorry this update is short and a bit confusing, it will make scence in due course, I will update probably on Friday as im going to the Olympics with my school tomorrow YAY I hope you've enjoyed this update, please R&R xx