Death has always discomforted me.
Though I suppose that's normal. I would probably find billions who agree with me.
But its still weird.
One moment, they could be alive and breathing,
Then the next?
They could be a pile of flesh or a broken lifeless corpse.
The worst part could be watching their life drain from their eyes.
Or perhaps their body being wrapped up, you knowing damn well they will be underground or burned or left where they were when they died.
I watched people die way too often.
I've ended so many lives, watching over and over and over again as they died screaming from flames or bullets or blades.
The pain I had to go through, the pain my victims went through, all because of a disagreement that started a war.
My life was over before it started, and I will never be redeemed.
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Broken bones (short story)
Mystery / ThrillerTrigger warning for the following Gore, PTSD(??), warfare, profanity, violence.) And a message, This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, deaths, and scenarios are all fictional and part of my imagination. Anything of the following...
