Sometimes I look out the window and see nothing but snow. Other times I see blood. My mind has been scarred from a very young age. My eyes have seen much blood and the years have been hard on me.
Sometimes when I'm alone I think about the many things that I have seen. My violet eyes have faded into a muddy purple. So dark that not even the brightest of lights can help me.
My hands have been dirtied with the filth of war, my body damaged beyond repair, not that anyone cared. My once shiny blonde head of hair is dull and lifeless. The curl in front of my face unrecognizable, even to me when I have been born with it on my head.
My brother, Alfred, doesn't even come to visit anymore, although he didn't remember me from time to time, he still visited me. Now no one wants to see me; it's as if they don't like me anymore. My heart is pounding, being surrounded by the darkness that consumed it. Sometimes it's nothing that a little pain can't fix.
Sometimes, when I squint my eyes, I could the outline of someone I used to love but then I'll blink and see nothing but a shadow of the tree outside my window.
"Matthew, it's time for your medicine," a nurse said, coming in. She had to pass over some pillows that I've put on the floor thinking that it will keep her and the doctors away.
"I don't wanna," I whisper. "I want Gilbert."
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