Chapter 23
I could never imagine myself as an idle person. I hated being limited. I had to do something. Because if I stopped, I'd remember him. I knew to myself that my responsibilities had been taken from me now. That the best I could do was to heal and to be useful now that I am out of the military. But you could take the girl out of the military, but not the military out of the girl.
I've been having nightmares, of the peopleI'd failed to save. I saw their faces drenched in blood. I saw corpses upon corpses lying on the ground as I ran to save myself. I would see those haunting blue eyes in every direction I would face, cold and accusing me of only thinking of myself. The last scene would be of me being stabbed from behind by someone I know but I couldn't see. I'd wake up screaming after that.
