Dying is Easy Living is Harder

Chapter 2:

Mother holds her too gently

What is this feeling?

She feeds her-

Shame?

reads her stories-

Anger?

dresses her-

Ah, it's helplessness

Three years old and she is hugged by fluffy blankets rocking gently in mothers arms. The same night she gasps for air as she dreams of war.

Mother brings her to grandmother's house. They say my eyes are far too mature.

How strange

She stares at her chubby hands, the cold kunai being gripped tightly could still be felt.

Those four years, she is regarded as just a child that cannot understand by those around her. This gives her time to analyze the systems of this world like a good little war soldier.

At 16 she participates in war with violence and comrades that she failed to save. Four years of peace cannot change the scars engraved in her body and soul.