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PART 998

The first step to suicide is realizing that you actually do want to die.
To most this is the hardest step.
For me it was.
Today I realized that I truly don't want to live anymore.
Is that fucked up?
Am i fucked up for saying or thinking that?
I turned 18 3 days ago.
My life is just beggining... But I wish It was the other way around.

I realize what I have done as she staggered over, dying before me.

I still lie in the cold stream.

"Damnit..."

I crawl to her...

Memories of Ordin appear before me.

I remember my brother.

I see her smiling at me... We marched at Ordin together...

I stroke her hair one last time before realizing that my one true love, my betrayer, my world... was gone.

I cried... I wished she would have deserted her position.. return to camp with me and my comrades, joining the revolution... but now..

I took her M4 from the dirt and looked her over one last time.

The almost yellowish-grey skyline lit up as explosions occur.

Gunshots hit the ground before me, a large company of fascists approached..

I duck, only after letting 3 shots out at the large group of soldiers.

Three bullets fire, three hit.

Blood soaks into the ground....

Everything goes black.

"What do you call this time of your life??"

Says the man in uniform before me.

I wake up dizzy.

"What???"

My words echoe in my own head.

"Well. If Ordin happened and got a title, what did you call this point in your life?"

I regain my senses slowly and form a response.

"To me.... it is only... before Ordin, or after Ordin.."

"I see."

The man says.

"PUT HIM BACK UNDER!"

Two guards approach me with weapondry unknown...