私は勇敢になります

by Rivain

It didn't seem to matter how fast or how far she ran- they always seemed to catch up to her. Even after she packed up her bags and joined the military- that didn't stop the things that went bump in the night from finding her. That only made her job, both jobs that much harder. That didn't matter though, she was a fighter and she would do just about anything to protect her flock.

1. Chapter 1

I am not the sort to sit down and write in diaries; I don't personally believe that there is anything wrong with dictating your life- people have been doing it for years… and honestly if you start while you are young… well that is just that much less you will have to write later on in life. Personally, I have had my own fair share of these stupid things. I just believed myself to have better things to do than sit down and bitch about my life. Because let's be honest…. that is how all of these things start off

Depending on how you look at it, anyone reading this is being saved the trouble of having to go through my puberty phase. I am long since past that, hell I have been working for the last ten years of my life give or take in one way or another. And here I am, at the prime of my life sitting down and having what I can only explain as my first mid-life crises.

You read that correctly, first because frankly I feel as if this one has just opened up a pandora's box of more to follow.

If I were to be completely honest for the first time in my life; I haven't the vaguest idea how to start this and frankly I feel as if my musings was as good a place as any. I was never good at beginnings ask anyone who read any of my works. Or rather, I suppose you cannot or will not seeing as this will inevitably be the first and final page of my autobiography.

I know you can see the blood stains, dirt and if you really want to know that awkward smell and the weird colors are likely the bodily fluids of my brothers and sisters who may or may not have made it. Yes, your read that correctly as well bodily fluids.

This may explain why this is the first and possibly only page of my autobiography, I am sure someone else will pick up a pen and try to explain my life to the world- but let's be honest if I am sitting here calmly in the middle of the battle zone surrounded by deceased comrades to my left and right writing on a sheet of paper in the small notepad I always kept in my right chest pocket, I doubt anyone else could really sit down and be able to write down anything and say with a hundred percent or even sixty percent confidence as to why I did what I did and how I thought.

People always said I was too old for my age.

I always thought that if one could get a gander into my mind they would find I am far more eccentric than what anyone would have reasonably guessed.

Anyway, I can literally see the edges of my vision begin to blur and my calligraphy begin to fail me. Did I forget to mention that I had the most peculiar dream when I was hit? It was vivid and if I were to- fuck it I am dying I am going to be completely honest with you guys. I was happy! That fucking hallucination brought more happiness to me than these last twenty-eight years of my life combined.