Her
To say that I’d longed for this moment would not even capture even the slightest glimpse of the endless aching desire that had been stabbed through my chest for the past three and a half years. He was here.
Him
Everything felt completely and utterly surreal. The day that continued to ignite the dying flames of hope that I would one day return home, was lastly here. I never thought I would be back here. Of course in the beginning, it wasn’t even a question whether I’d survive. You’d be laughed at if you did. ‘It’ll be an adventure Tom!’ They said. ‘It’ll be glorious Tom!’ They said. So I convinced old Stanley to enlist with me, although he didn’t seem as swayed as I had been. I wish I had noticed then, he was always smarter then me, even
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I heard the crash, and I was lost in a different world. My instincts won over, though I guess I didn’t put up much of a fight. My feet naturally fell out from underneath me. The reminiscences of past experiences inundated my brain so I couldn’t think. Bloodcurdling screams pierced my ears, and shook me vigorously. My teeth clenched together and I was yelling. The sound of bullets penetrated my skull and memories clouded my vision. I couldn’t differentiate from past and present. The playful laughter of my good mates sounded deafeningly throughout my mind and was abruptly broken by their cries for help. The ambush played over and over and the screaming continued. I fought back, grabbing anything I could, naturally, to …show more content…
Him
Evil visions infected every inch of my brain so I couldn’t see or feel anything. I was numb. Quickly, the enemies turned, threatening to attack the ones I thrashed to protect. It wasn’t myself I cared much for. After what I’d become, they could take me right now for all I cared. But I couldn’t surrender myself, not yet. I had to protect them. I had to protect her. The one who made this living hell worth it. I paused, questioning. Her. Jane. JANE! I startled myself, back to reality. Her limp body lay in my arms, eyes lolled to the back of her head, her blood on my hands. Suddenly, white noise pounded my eardrums and everything was silent and still. The knife clattered to the floor, my bloodstained hands trembling viciously. I had sucked the life out of her too.
“What have I done? What have I done!” I yelped. “Janey? Janey come back to me. I’m sorry, Janey. Janey please.” I cried in denial, pulling her into my chest and sobbing over her still body. My shaking hands moved to her peaceful face and I kissed her forehead. The streaked red blade caught my attention. I looked back at her pale face and whispered in her ear.
“I’ll be with you soon my