Oh come on
I woke up surrounded by other wounded soldiers.
I can't even die right! How stupid is that!
One of the nurses told me that even though there were lots of casualties, we managed to win this one. Most of the civilians made it out, and that I'd probably be going home soon. I politely told her that I was eager to go out and fight again. That I wanted to serve my country the best I could.
But in reality I could care less. I just wanted it to be over.
I often wondered how Rose and David are doing. I wonder if she's become herself again, or if she's still under his control. Either way she probably doesn't remember me. That or she just doesn't want to. I can't tell you how many letters I've written telling her I'm sorry only to hide them away without ever sending them. Some of them say that I need a therapist. I scoff and say "I am a therapist."
YOU ARE READING
Battlefield
FanfictionTHIS IS THE SEQUEL TO "HER DIRTY LITTLE SECRET" Yep I'm back with another book. And you guys thought I was dead. Did you miss me at least?
