This piece follows Molly's grief after Smurfs funeral and looks at how she copes with her emotions before her second tour. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you thought. Don't be afraid to tell me if you don't like it. I want to improve my writing so be honest. Thanks x
All consuming grief. What does that even mean? Is it that feeling when you can't move? When your body is limp because you have been so drained by the fear of never seeing someone you love ever again that you knees give way when you try to stand and your voice stops making noise no matter how desperately you try to speak, to shout, scream. When you feel nothing but the rush of an ocean that takes the wind from your chest and swallows you up, leaving you hidden in the depths and unable to see the way out? Is that it? Is that was it feeling like? Molly tried to breath but she just couldn't. She slipped under the water of the bath, hoping that as she came up for air the water would wash the salt from her wounds. She breathed in sharply and tried again, this time testing how long it would take. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling through the soapy water. She didn't feel the sting in her eyes, she didn't feel the breath leaving her mouth, gently, slowly bubbling up from her lungs. She couldn't feel anything
"Get out of the water." She could hear him. "Get out of the water Molly."
She listened to the soft familiar voice.
"I miss you" she gasped for air as she said it. Smurf was gone but he was watching over her. Molly didn't just think it or believe it, she out right knew it. Her wet hair around her cold shoulders, she got out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel.
"It's time." She said out loud without realising.
Molly opened her laptop and emailed her CO. It was time for her to move on and that meant returning to Afghan, for now at least.