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This Hell Is Our Home: Squall (A Sequal)
By SteffiSevenfold

 

Have you ever been so scared you threw up?
I have. Many times.
The first was when I was drafted.
The second, on my way to fight.
My third, when my sons got their letters.
My fourth, when one sent me a letter.
Reading it is hard, but I'm not scared anymore.
I have no reason to be.
Want to read it?
Well, then. Here we go.
Hey Dad,
         I never realized how easy I had it growing up, as a child. How easily everything was handed to me. It's been three weeks since I've seen your and I miss you dearly. I'm scared, Pops. You made it home, but what if I don't? I hope I get to see you again and say a proper goodbye when the time is right. The time can't be right now. That's impossible. You've already seen death. You've beat it. You've beat it and I can't believe how hard it is to simply
die. Death has a tough job. Mikey's gone. He was running for cover with the most pained expression on his face and they got him. Right there like that. Right in the chest. Ray, you remember Ray, don'tcha Pop? Ray tried to keep him, but I guess it just wasn't mean to be, I miss the kid and I can't tell you how much. He was my only brother and I used to be fine with that. Now I wish I had fifteen others. I loved him. Ray feels guilty. It's almost like he thinks he's the one who killed Mikey. And in a strange, sick way, I guess he did. I don't think Uncle Johnny knows Ray, but I think they would've hit it off. Frank's next to me. He's writing home, too. I would miss him second most if he died. I still can't stop seeing Mikey when I close my eyes. I can't cry but I want to. Is that how this works, Dad? Am I supposed to have dry tear ducts and not mourn the loss of my only baby brother? Frank misses him, too. Ray's weeping. And Bob, I don't think you knew Bob. bobby B. is what we called him. Bob's gone, too. He was safely tucked away, but then one peek around the corner got him good. Right in the eye. He went down fast. Franks knee is bleeding. He's the only person I've ever really known who knows what it feels like to have a kneecap explode. After he writes his letter, he gets to go to the hospital and then go home. Sometimes I wish I were in his shoes. I mean, he gets to go home. That's like heaven. Will I go to heaven? I hope so. You never did tell me how old you were when you got drafted. 18? 20? 27? I'm too young to be here. I need my mommy and my dad. I need to be home safe, watching a movie with you and Mikey and Uncle Matt. Mikey died at eighteen, Pops. Eighteen. A life should never end when it has sixty or more years ahead of it. I'm only nineteen. What if I don't get the privilage of coming home? I think I'll write mom a letter. I miss her, too. Alot. I'll see you in a few weeks, Pop. I love you.
Your boy,
Gerard James Sullivan.
My fifth, three says after that letter when two soldiers knocked on my door and handed me my sons dog tags and a letter. Michael, the envelope said.
The second time those soldiers knocked on my door and handed me two tags and a letter, I didn't throw up. I wasn't scared. I had nothing left to be afraid of.
Such short lives my boys have lived. Eighteen years. Nineteen years.
A boy should live to see their eighty-fifth. Their ninety-fifth.
And that's it.
Twenty-three years after my own war and the high was enough to kill me.
I pressed the cold, lonely barrel to my chin and pulled the trigger.






I don't think this is as good as my first one.
Sorry for those who didn't choose My Chem, but four of seven did. xD
Maybe another chapter on one of my other stories. Sorry for my lack of.
Thanks for the reviews on the first one.
-Aayame- Haylie Jaed (ha. I love how everyone agreed with you xD)- Screaming Silence- Frankie Cooper- Shadzlove6661- 143Shadowluv- Jane (You spelled 'mistakes' wrong. Ironic?)                                    
steffiFUCKINGsevenfold           

 

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