Changes

{ Elliot }

I’ve been in Remstone for a full week now and I’m already fully recovered… physically, of course. I’m back to my 100 percent. However, that’s where my recovery ends. I still have to take sleeping pills that haven’t even helped yet. I just can't turn off my brain, I can't stop worrying and overthinking. I also feel that the moment I close my eyes and let go, something is going to take advantage of my vulnerable state.

"Life after service always feels strange, but you'll get back to normal," Cristoff says once he finally stops drinking water, that’s what he was doing while I was pouring my heart out about all of this. He sets his bottle down on a small statue of an angel outside his house, "The first time you served you didn't feel this way, did you? That’s because rookies get treated with kid-gloves, they’re never allowed to get close to the heavy shit because they wouldn't be able to handle it. This time around you were treated like a real soldier and as such, you experien