It never gets easier
It never gets easier —————————— 113. 113 people didn’t make it back from the expiditon. 113 people with families, lives homes. For Petra, it didn’t get any easier the longer she was a soilder. She could never forget the horrifiying screams playing through her mind most every night after they returned from the expididtions. Petra lay in bed, brown eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. The room was silent, minus the occasional crack of the diminishing fire. It was late- the girl should have fallen asleep long ago. But she couldn’t. “Did.. Did i die in vain?” the heart-wrenching image of a young man, his blood slowly staning the street red kept tormenting Petra everytime she closed her eyes. “He.. he won’t stop bleeding!” The man’s face relaxed. He was dead. “God why won’t my brain stop rememebering these moments!” Petra ran her hand through her light brown hair. “Mabey a walk will help me clear my head.” The girl padded towards the door.”And mabey some sleep.” She silently slipped out the door, tryong not to make a peep. If Petra was caught out after curfew, there would be hell to pay. She poked her head slightly out the door. “Good. No one is here.” Satisfied, Petra slipped out her room and into the chilly castle corridior,careful not to make a sound.