I've Been Drafted

Chapter 11

Hi, awhile ago I lost my account because my device went dead forever. I'm super sorry!!! I just now figured out how to redo my password and stuff😂
I don't remember where this story was going, so if it doesn't make much sense...well there's not much I can do about that😜 anyways, on with this story!

Ross' POV.

Today I filmed for the first time since the war, the writers and directors made it so that my character got into a super bad car accident and is officially disabled and can't continue with his music contract. Now the show is way more dramatic then it used to be. But skipping all that crap, I'm sitting at the island that's in the kitchen, watch my mom cook dinner. She been talking about some funny thing that Rocky had done earlier in the day, after I'd left with our dad. I wasn't really listening to her stories though, lately I've been caught up in my own little world. I've been having flashbacks from my time in the war, my best friend who had never made it home to his girl and family, the men who taught me how to shoot like a professional sniper, the ones who told me that I needed to live in the present, not the past. Ha, that part isn't working all that great, how do they expect us to move on from that horrible experience of war and death? I haven't, last night I dropped my razor and it sliced into my paralyzed arm. I didn't feel anything, but the sight of the blood kinda relieved a nonexistent pressure off my chest. I cut two more slices before I washed the blood off and I pressed paper towels on it to stop the blood flow. It worked and thankfully it's autumn and I can wear long sleeved shirts without it looking weird. As I was acting as Austin during this morning and through the afternoon, it was tricky hiding the cuts from the stage helpers (like clothes, makeup), but they seemed to be oblivious to everything but their jobs. And up until now, nobody has noticed, I just got to find a way to get my clothes on without help. Otherwise someone might find out.
END OF POV.

STORMIE'S POV.

I realized that Ross is totally not listening to me at all, I wasn't sure how to snap him out of whatever daze he was in. So I just shut my mouth and cooked, and I made sure he was still sitting there. He was as quite as a mouse, I was pretty creeped out to be honest. What will I do if he never gets better? Mentally and physically.

TBC...........
-Makay