Struggling with the Past

Chapter 2

You, lay in your bed, staring up at the ceiling as memories of the past flood your mind. The anxiety you felt while being held captive by the Third Reich and Soviet Union consumes you once again, making your heart race and your palms sweat.

The image of the Soviet Union, tall and imposing, looms in your mind. The way he broke your nose without a flinch of remorse makes your blood boil with anger. But then the Third Reich's sneering face appears, taunting you and belittling you, making you feel small and weak.

The emotions inside you are overwhelming, and before you know it, tears are streaming down your face. You feel hopeless, defeated, and alone. All the pain and suffering you've endured weigh heavily on you, making you feel like you'll never be able to stand tall and proud again.

In a moment of desperation, you reach for a razor blade lying on your nightstand. You grip it tightly in your hand, the cold metal biting into your skin. You press the blade against your arm, the sting of the cut bringing a sense of temporary release from the emotional pain. You continue to make cuts, each one deeper than the last, as if the physical pain can somehow alleviate the emotional turmoil inside.

But as the blood flows from your wounds, the reality of what you're doing hits you. You feel weak, both physically and emotionally. You wanted to be strong, to be able to handle everything that has been thrown at you, but instead, you're left with nothing but scars.

You stop cutting, and instead, trace the lines with your finger, forming stars, a symbol of hope and strength, but even the act of doing it makes you feel exhausted. You lay back in your bed, tears still streaming down your face, feeling empty and alone. You close your eyes and wish for a better tomorrow, but the only thing you can think of is how weak you are and how much you wish to be strong.