I'm tired of sitting here wallowing in my own self pity. I want to live my life for all those who have died in this war. Those who bravely fought against evil an died doing so. Those who hoped and desperately wanted a new, a different world.
The brave ones.
Not me. Never me.
Oh, no! I, Katie Bell, decided to run and hide in fear, in pain, in selfishness. But fight? I didn't, I couldn't do that. For if I had fought, I would not be here, crying and moping around. No, I would be dead, with all the others. The ones who died for our freedom, for our happiness, for our children, and family, and friends. But how can I be happy? Knowing I didn't love them, myself or anything for that matter.
I guess I didn't love anybody enough, because if I had loved harder, fewer would be dead. There would be more people to appreciate all that they have worked and fought and hoped for.
They better know that up, where ever they are, that they did well. They helped create a better, brighter world for those who are still here. They did not die in vain. They will go down in the books and the bravest, most amazing people to have walked this Earth.
They will never know how much they are loved and how much they are missed. They will never see their children grow nor their grandchildren or their great-grandchildren.
They have lost so much and gained so little.
So I , Katie Bell, solemnly swear to pick up the pieces, mine, theirs, everyone's, and stop crying and live my life for them.
You know why?
I'm tired of crying.
So, the first few chapters will be pretty short. I'm trying to make them longer but I'm pretty bad at the whole angst thing. So bear with me please.
It might take me a while to upload sometimes, but I'll try to be as consistent as possible and besides I'm only human.
