When do I have the time to write this all? Well I write at school. Somehow it inspires me to actually get my lazy butt to do something creative/constructive. Uh...Chapter 2
Dedicated to the young british soldier who I met at midnight, yo dude thanks. IOU!
There are some things in this world that I wouldn't want to know about. (foreshadow peeps)
Chp. 2
(You still don't know me yet, juz wait I'm getting to it) P.O.V.
After my run-in with Tristan I knew turning him down was going to be a big regret. I also knew my looks did attract guys. I never flaunted it but no matter what I wore my hotness showed through. I was sickened by guys' pick lines here or anywhere. The one thing I looked for in a guy was a guy who actually cared for me, not just for sex. He'd be caring and sweet and affectionate. Someone who I could trust and be able to confide in. Now realizing how tired I was I decided to leave, that was the hard part.
The club was thriving with teens and up, things were starting to get a little crazy. I nearly ran into a couple, grinding, then became trapped between two couples making out. I had to hold down the bile in my throat. I promised myself I wouldn't fall for anyone who would use me. I caught sight of the exit door and charged through the crowd. I heaved open the thick door and walked into the alleyway of dark downtown. I found my dark blue convertible and sped off into the night.
(Yes you don't know me, deal with it) P.O.V.
"Damn this town is big."
"You get used to it."
"Yeah I guess, thanks for the lift."
"No problem, since I was nice enough to give you a ride, why don't you tell me why you're here?"
"Well I was transferred here after the military gave me a paid leave."
"Son, aren't you a little young to be in the military?"
"War brings people into things we shouldn't have to live with."
"Is that why you have that scar on your arm?"
"....yeah."
"Bye, and be careful, don't go to downtown unless you want to get killed." He sped off and I was on my own again, at the gates of Elkwood Grove.
"1283, 1284, 1285...1286." I murmured to myself trying to find the right house number. It was a small plain white house, adorned with a green door and shutters, perfect for living alone. A couple trees were rooted in the front and side lawns. The back of the house led to the woods. I extracted the key given to me by my commanding officer and unlocked the front door. When I first walked in I could tell it was a newly built house just by the smell of plywood and caulk, lingering in the air. An envelope lay on the kitchen table. A marine insignia was printed neatly on the front. I tore it open with my thumb nail and pulled a thick piece of paper out. I read:
Dear Blue,
By the time you get this you'll probably already be transferred. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there to see you off. The commander sent you off to some city that doesn't have a military office. After that battle I thought it was all over. We were lucky, I'm sorry to hear about Violet, you made her the angel she was destined to be. You know the saying, live life to the fullest. If things had been different, maybe the outcome could've changed. Hope to see your back, back in battle soon.
Your brother by life,
Red
I read the letter over and over until I glanced at the kitchen clock. I barely recognized my own code name. It had really been that long. I thought to myself, remembering my year in recovery. The news of Violet's death had almost been unbelievable, a shock to my entire being. But I would live on...for her. My tired being searched a couple rooms until it found the bedroom. I flopped onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep, something I hadn't had in a long time.
