Anguish Transformations
The next morning, I woke up feeli...
Anguish Transformations
The next morning, I woke up feeling like a train had run me over and then backed up over me. I slowly made my way to the mirror. My hair looked like a flock of birds had taken up residence in it. My eyes were bloodshot. I looked like death. Not even warmed over. Just death.
Last night had been both, physically and mentally draining. It seemed like all the tears I had held in my whole life had come pouring out last night. No matter how hard I tried to think of how my decision had been justified, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for ending a life. The fact it was my father’s life just made it seem even more immoral.
I just wanted to stay in bed all day and swim in self-pity. However, I knew I had a duty and responsibilities to my new regiment, the Wolverines. No matter how large a toll last night took on me, I’d have to suck it up and move on. After all, death was inevitable for us all.
The sound of everyone stirring brought me back to the world around me. They were all preparing for receiving their graduation orders and their duty orders. If last night’s events hadn’t taken place, then I would be waiting to hear my fate; however, my fate had already been decided.
“Train to Anguish” by S.E.Isaac
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S.E.Isaac
