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"Be bold and Brave" I was repeating this in my head but that all seemed like a dream. The dream before Mother woke me up for breakfast which used to seem real, too real to consider it a dream. As I was breathing, I was losing the grasp of the reality. Is this really happening or only in my head?
But if this was only in my head why could I feel the warm water running through my body? I could clearly feel the water around me but warm water wasn't possible inside the bunk. I tried to run my hand through it, but it felt like it wasn't there. I couldn't feel my hand. I tried to slowly open my eyes;
The picture before my eyes tore me after.
I connected with the reality slowly. It happened finally, what we were afraid of.
The horrendous picture of Sally lying beside me with half of her brain open tore my heart apart. She didn't deserve this, no one did. The hand who never ever killed the ant lifted the gun.
For what, Sovereignty? For what, Independence? or for our Identity? If that's the reason what is she now? What is her identity? What will she get? What Independence did she get after getting bombed on her own bunk with half of her head open? Will she be recognized and get the proper burial at least or will she just remain as Nomen Nescio 1501.
I've lost everything because of this war—everything, including myself. This hand, once capable of nurturing, has taken lives to save others. But did I truly save anything at all? I feel nothing; emptiness is the only thing that exists within me. I am a hollow, lifeless creature who can only breathe and kill. I am no better than a zombie.
I reconnected with reality when the mirror shattered on the floor. I could see barely but I caught a glimpse of something. The date— today— the last day of mine hopefully.
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