Chapter 11- Catonic
I hold her hand as I talk to her. It's been a while since that day- the day her screams ripped through the air. She'd been moved to the mental ward, and it terrified me. She's catatonic. They can't reach her, no one can. They believe that her depression caused her to shut herself out from the world. They don't say it, but it's there; they think she's better that way. Even she deserves a way out of her horrid life.
I don't know what to do. I stand in front of her, squeezing her hand, waiting. I don't know what's better; for her to live or die. I don't really know what happened to her. I can't really do anything to help her. No one really knows how she'll handle it when she wakes- if she wakes. Maybe it's better for her to be dead. The escape she's wanted since—I don't even know when. No one knows. No one knows anything. No one can do anything. The ball is in no one's court.
This never-ending debate has wormed its way through every aspect of my life. Tugging my heart in painful jerks as my mind plays with the possibilities. By every aspect of my life, I only mean one. War. It's the only thing that I really had in my life. Cold, angry bloodlust was the only thing I ever had. But at least it was my purpose. The sergeant heard about that day and let me go. I was "too unstable, unfit, and too out of control to care of anyone in the war." Now I'm listless, purposeless, pointless. Jacob still sends me reports of the war, but it's really not the same.
-Aleeysha-
The thunder boomed overhead. Rain poured in sheets. Lightening flashed in reigns of terror. Gunshots harmonized with the patters of rain. Explosions mocked thunder. Rain water runs red. This is war.
My poor sister and brother couldn't stop wailing. They were only five and six years old and they couldn't understand anything. Why we can't mommy wake up? They screamed over and over again through the pandemonium. She was the first casualty on the first night our city was under siege.
-Darren-
They were feeding her through tubes. Tubes. If I knew this how I was going to see her a year ago, I would've done things differently. Would whatever I did make a difference? Well I guess it doesn't matter now.
-Aleeysha-
It was my birthday. I went back to my home in Daith City to celebrate it with the rest of my family. I was home before my mom was and when it was time for her to come home I waited on the porch. A car dropped her home and her dazzling smile brightened all her features as she walked up the driveway.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Momentarily I was distracted by the loud noise. It struck me with familiarity that nausea rolled over me. Gunshots, which meant bullets, like the ones that almost killed Darren. The thought had grudgingly risen from my memories.
Then I snapped back to reality. As I watched the women I waited to see for two years stagger to her knees. Blood stood out to me like red in a sea of black and white. Blood oozed from her head and chest. I screamed for help. Gunshots rang through the air, over my screams. I dragged her inside my home.
It was the first day of war.
A/N- srry it's short. it's all i can think of for now.
-nell