Chapter 24: A beautiful You:
I stood in the cool sea water, wringing out my blood stained uniform.
The salty water had taken on a red hue, and now stung my open wounds making me wince every so often. Not that I cared. I usually had nicks and razor burn all over my legs from my horrible shaving attempts.
But there was much more of a heavy weight on my mind.
And as for it? It couldn't change. Nor would I forget it for the rest of my life...
*Earlier that day*
Sweat started to form along my brow line, as I tried to stay upright in the crowded street. It was so hot, and I was standing, once again in my whole stupid uniform. It weighing a third of what I did by itself. We were supposed to be waiting for something, but to what extent we had no clue... So we sat in silence on the side of the street.
I played with change I found laying discarded on the alley, throwing it at the ground, even though that seemed utterly pointless, because I was just going to pick it all back up...
I slid down and sat for a few moments before Kurama got me up and asked me if I wanted any water. Sure is nice of him. I dumped it onto the top of my head, and handed him back the empty bottle.
He just sighed before trying to get a little more out.
A few more people file into the market area of the town, and start to browse over things. Drawing my attention away for the longest time, I decide to leave. Making my way through the crowd and up to the entrance of a building before I start to see Kurama get up once again and begin eyeing a woman carefully.
I hear a click break the silence, and in the center of the crowd stood a short Arabic woman, holding her young sons hand. He cried uncontrollably in silence.
My eyes widen with shock, as I realize what was going on.
Kurama yells out something, as Blair runs to me quickly. He pushed me, as well the other few people near me, to the ground.
People start to cry out, and I hear someone yell 'get down' before Blair pushed me into a kneeling position, and covered my body with his. I try to tell him to get out of the front of me, and out of the pack of panicking people.
But before one breath of air could slip out of my lungs I hear one more click, and the woman presses a button down hard on a black box she had been holding. Her son screams at the top of his lungs one last time, before the detonator she had put into work exploded the bomb he was carrying.
I get one last look, seeming like it was in slow motion, as pieces of rubble and blood fly through the air.
*
A few tears slip down my face, as I remember the events of that day.
Blair was in the hospital. Kurama...left. He just took off. To where, I have no clue. And Seta and Kiaru went with him.
I fall to my knees, and throw my uniform defiantly into the water.
I couldn't handle the stress anymore.
I stood up slowly, and ripped the bandages off of my bare arms and neck. My face was scraped, and I had one large gash at the top of my forehead. Glass and stone had cut straight through my clothing, scraping skin of my chest, shoulders, and arms. And... I had bruises all over my knees from the fall.
If I was going to bleed, so be it.
I straightened out my shirt and soaking wet shorts, before grabbing my uniform out of the water, and shoving it into a bag I was carrying. I slipped my sandals on, and made it to the street, trying to get a ride desperately, though I had no money.
A/N: Chapter 25 will be up soon! (wow)
I stood in the cool sea water, wringing out my blood stained uniform.
The salty water had taken on a red hue, and now stung my open wounds making me wince every so often. Not that I cared. I usually had nicks and razor burn all over my legs from my horrible shaving attempts.
But there was much more of a heavy weight on my mind.
And as for it? It couldn't change. Nor would I forget it for the rest of my life...
*Earlier that day*
Sweat started to form along my brow line, as I tried to stay upright in the crowded street. It was so hot, and I was standing, once again in my whole stupid uniform. It weighing a third of what I did by itself. We were supposed to be waiting for something, but to what extent we had no clue... So we sat in silence on the side of the street.
I played with change I found laying discarded on the alley, throwing it at the ground, even though that seemed utterly pointless, because I was just going to pick it all back up...
I slid down and sat for a few moments before Kurama got me up and asked me if I wanted any water. Sure is nice of him. I dumped it onto the top of my head, and handed him back the empty bottle.
He just sighed before trying to get a little more out.
A few more people file into the market area of the town, and start to browse over things. Drawing my attention away for the longest time, I decide to leave. Making my way through the crowd and up to the entrance of a building before I start to see Kurama get up once again and begin eyeing a woman carefully.
I hear a click break the silence, and in the center of the crowd stood a short Arabic woman, holding her young sons hand. He cried uncontrollably in silence.
My eyes widen with shock, as I realize what was going on.
Kurama yells out something, as Blair runs to me quickly. He pushed me, as well the other few people near me, to the ground.
People start to cry out, and I hear someone yell 'get down' before Blair pushed me into a kneeling position, and covered my body with his. I try to tell him to get out of the front of me, and out of the pack of panicking people.
But before one breath of air could slip out of my lungs I hear one more click, and the woman presses a button down hard on a black box she had been holding. Her son screams at the top of his lungs one last time, before the detonator she had put into work exploded the bomb he was carrying.
I get one last look, seeming like it was in slow motion, as pieces of rubble and blood fly through the air.
*
A few tears slip down my face, as I remember the events of that day.
Blair was in the hospital. Kurama...left. He just took off. To where, I have no clue. And Seta and Kiaru went with him.
I fall to my knees, and throw my uniform defiantly into the water.
I couldn't handle the stress anymore.
I stood up slowly, and ripped the bandages off of my bare arms and neck. My face was scraped, and I had one large gash at the top of my forehead. Glass and stone had cut straight through my clothing, scraping skin of my chest, shoulders, and arms. And... I had bruises all over my knees from the fall.
If I was going to bleed, so be it.
I straightened out my shirt and soaking wet shorts, before grabbing my uniform out of the water, and shoving it into a bag I was carrying. I slipped my sandals on, and made it to the street, trying to get a ride desperately, though I had no money.
A/N: Chapter 25 will be up soon! (wow)