It's been two and a half weeks since I woke up. The doctors ran some tests on me, but they couldn't seem to figure out how I lost my memory. The guys have visited me a lot. But Captain Jameson the most. I don't know why though. Maybe he feels responsible for me as I'm his subordinate. Today is the day I get to go home. Well, not really home since I apparently don't have that. But I will go to our base. My wounds are healing pretty quickly thanks to the medicines and what not. There will probably be some scars on my arms and stomach, where I was mostly tortured. I don't know who I was, but I do know I had a painful history due to the scars on my body. It feels so weird that I can't remember a single thing of my life before I woke up at the hospital. I snap out of my thoughts as the car stops and Jake the door opens for me.
"I guess it wasn't a one-time-thing." He chuckles. I have no idea what that guy is talking about, but it must be something between him and I. When I step out of the car, Jake closes the door and walks away. I look around: we're in the middle of nowhere. All I can see is sand, some hills and a building with training objects in front of it.
"What the hell is this shithole?"
"This 'shithole' is what you call home." I look at the captain.
"How long have I lived here?"
"Around six and a half months."
"SIX-" I clear my throat. "six and a half months?! You're telling me we've lived here for six and a fucking half months?" He smirks.
"Well I have been here for about one and a half months. If you hadn't been kidnapped and stuff, you would've been here for seven and a half months."
"And we all lived here together?" He nods. "I lived with men in the same building for six and a half months?!"
"And you loved it."
"I find that very hard to believe." I walk away from the captain to the building Jake has disappeared in.
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After Jake showed me around I was sure: this is not the life I want. I don't want my shower to be seperated from theirs by just a wall. And I don't want to sleep in the same room as them. No matter how nice they are, I don't want to live like this with four men. And to think that Woo-Bin used to be here too. Even though I don't remember anything, when I think about him I get tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I'm alone in the kitchen until Frank walks in.
"Hey girlll!" He pauses when he sees me. "You okay, girl?"
"I- I don't know..."
"Oh my God, do you remember something?"
"No, it's just-" I shake my head. "Nevermind. Where was my bed again? I think I'm gonna try to sleep."
"Oh yeah, ofcourse. It's this way."
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I have tried to sleep, really, but I just feel so uncomfortable to sleep next to men. About half a hour ago I fled to the kitchen. I made some coffee and I just stare at the stars. I guess one of the advantages about being in the middle of nowhere, is that you can look at all the stars while listening to the nightlife of nature. I just gaze at them for a few more minutes, but then I hear footsteps behind me.
"Who's there?" With a scared look at my face I turn around. "I have hot coffee in my hand, I would watch it if I were you."
"Easy there. Are you always so hostile?" It's the captain.
"How am I supposed to know? You know me longer and better than I."
"Touché." I chuckle. The captain grabs a cup of coffee for himself as well and stands beside me. We both look at the stars. It's silent for a while until I break it, to my own suprise must I add: "It's so beautiful."
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Killing Silas
RomansaJessica's village was attacked when she was six. Both of her parents died, leaving her alone. She was saved by the military. Since then she wanted to join the army. After years of doing nothing but training, she was able to join the special forces a...
