At War With Myself.

I held the book in my hand, wondering who this was. I sat down on the rough ground against a big stone. I had the shadow of the big tree, standing next to the ruined house. My pants matched the color of the ground. There was a big blood stain a little further away, which I turned away from. No need to read and see something horrible at the same time. I needed to focus, this person, whoever he was, wanted help.