The days went by and soon turned into weeks and months. Even Christmas and my birthday passed but I didn't seem to notice. I felt like the world was collapsing around me and I was once again in my own little bubble, isolated from the world, suffocating and unable to escape. All day everyday I was numb to the outside world. The anger that I had in the early months of readjusting to "normal" life was barely a flicker now where it used to be a roaring fire, and it was that little flicker that kept me from putting a bullet in my head. The only thing that kept me from joining my family, wherever they were, was the need to find the bastards that sent them there and pull them apart piece by piece.
I gave up trying to fight the rumors about me and didn't do any of my homework. Drill meets started but I was kicked off the team for not showing up, even though I was the best and (formerly) most disciplined cadet on the team. My therapist noticed my shift and took it as an improvement for whatever reason. It wasn't an improvement, I'll tell you that. I was spiraling, my hallucinations worsened but not from sleep deprivation this time. That was another thing, I stopped fighting sleep. Every night I slept and woke up with cold sweats and screaming from the nightmares but I couldn't stay awake anymore. It was like I had an awful stomach bug and couldn't keep consciousness long enough to get to the bathroom and throw up.
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The Queen Of Spades
AkcjaWhat do you get when you mix an orphaned teenage spy fighting Nazi assassins with the melodramatic high school life of Ellsworth, Maine? A bloody mess (literally). But what happens when civilians get caught in the cross hairs? And what will it take...
