Spy School: NYC

Recovery

George Washington University Hospital

Washington, D.C.

March 11th, 1700

The recovery has been good.

To my body at least, most of my bones are healing pretty fast they've said.

Not my mind.

It feels lost.

I feel angry.

I feel no emotion, icily.

I have scars all of my body now. One huge one accross my face.

To put it simple. I look badass.

I've lost around 20 pounds those from the starvation.

I still have been barely eating. I just feel guilt.

All the nurses have been really nice.

They are all young college students. Lots of them try to ask me what happened.

I tell them I don't wanna talk about it. Because I dont. Worst day of my life.

I miss them dearly.

This day is gonna be better than most though.

Today is me and Erica's nine month anniversary.

Shes on her way here right now to come see me.

Since I'm still stuck in here for another three weeks.

She comes and sees me three times a week which I'm thankful for.

Since we're about 100 miles from Spy School.

I have yet to tell her a lot of the things I've been experiencing though since that day.

I have nightmares, constant nightmares.

About my parents.

How I choose to be a spy.

Which got them killed.

The moment replays in my mind.

Murray's evil laugh, then I see their lifeless bodies on the floor.

To put it bluntly, I'm traumatized.

I can't get the image out of my head.

I get reminded daily.

If it's by my nightmares, my scars, or someone bringing it up.

I hate it.

I just wanna escape this prison.

"Hey Ben" Erica said cheerfully.

She looked stunning, she was wearing my hoodie, leggings, and her hair was up.

The most normal thing I've ever seen her wear.

"Hey Erica" I said back with a smile.

"Happy anniversary!" She exclaimed.

I said the same thing back and pulled her in for a gentle hug.

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek too.

"How was school?" I asked her.

"Very boring, and so was the ride down here" She sighed.

"Dont worry I'll be back in three weeks" I told her.

She smiled, and we continued talking till she had to leave.

Let's just say.

Those nightmares didn't go away.

Another shorter one again!

But when there's a short one there's a long one next!

-CR