and best systems we will need.
I met up with Leo, He is an amazing artist, and he will make my tattoos look amazing. Having these scars is something I have no control over, but these tattoos are going to be my choice, my way of turning something ugly into something pretty. The constant loop that runs through my mind of the torture is bad enough, having to look at the scars is something I can fix. I had already decided to leave the army, I wasn’t re-enlisting, I had served for seven years. I only had one more year left, however due to the extensive injuries, I was able to leave early. For the rest of my teammates, this was their last tour anyway, they had already done their eight years. Smithy was the only other person not to have served his full term. My tattoo will consist of the Army Motto “this we will defend” with a star and John “Smithy” Smith written underneath. This will be my tribute to him, my way of honouring him even though I failed and he paid the ultimate price.
I will also get a phoenix on my back. Its head will start on my left shoulder, it’s body coming to the middle off my back in a diagonal direction, with its wings on either side spread wide; one going to the base of my hairline and spanning across to my other shoulder, and the other down the left side of my back. With its tail in flames, they will span to the bottom of my back. I’m pretty upset I can’t have the tattoos until next year, I’m a very impatient person. I hate waiting for something I really want. The reason I want to get a phoenix is because a phoenix rises from the ashes, they get reborn. It’s to symbolize that no matter what I go through I’ll rise above it.
I did end up getting a tattoo, Winter got the same as me. On the inside of my wrist we got the words “Dream big: Live Bigger.” My mom always used to say it to us.
The one negative thing that has happened to me in the last eight weeks is I feel as though I’m being watched. Every time I leave the house, whether it be alone or with Nathan, I feel eyes on me. I feel as though I’m going mad, I never see anyone. I really should say something, but I’m worried I’m just being paranoid.
I’m meeting Nathan for lunch today, It’s the first time I’m going to his office. I’ve spoken to Scott a few times; he’s worried about me. I don’t blame him; he’s always been the overprotective one. He hates to see me get hurt, he’s like Luke in so many ways, especially blaming himself for me being injured during my tour in Afghanistan. There is no talking sense into them. It will be the first time Scott has seen us together, I’m hoping he doesn’t go off on a tangent.
I head to my dad’s house; I need clean clothes. Every time I’ve come here the past few weeks he’s been working. But today he’s home. I’m nervous, Nathan is my first proper boyfriend since High school. I walk in the front door, “Dad I’m home.”
I hear noises upstairs, and some giggling. What the fuck is going on.
“I’ll be down in a sec baby girl.” I hear him quietly talking to someone.
Then I see it, he’s with a woman. I’m shocked. They walk down the stairs towards me. Once they hit the hall I walk past them and run up the stairs. I go to my room and start packing up my stuff. I hear the front door close. I’m so mad right now. I hear him before he speaks, he’s in the doorway to my bedroom.
“Baby girl, I never meant for you to see that.” I laugh,
“You disgust me, this is mom’s house, and you’re trampling all over her memory, how dare you. You want a quick fuck, that’s fine but don’t do it here.” He looks shocked; I never speak to him like this. I’m so pissed at him right now.
“It’s been eight years Soph, please don’t be like this.” He starts to walk towards me.
“No! Don’t touch me. Eight years? What about mom, dad? What about her? What? She doesn’t mean anything to you anymore? Leave me alone, I can’t look at you right
I met up with Leo, He is an amazing artist, and he will make my tattoos look amazing. Having these scars is something I have no control over, but these tattoos are going to be my choice, my way of turning something ugly into something pretty. The constant loop that runs through my mind of the torture is bad enough, having to look at the scars is something I can fix. I had already decided to leave the army, I wasn’t re-enlisting, I had served for seven years. I only had one more year left, however due to the extensive injuries, I was able to leave early. For the rest of my teammates, this was their last tour anyway, they had already done their eight years. Smithy was the only other person not to have served his full term. My tattoo will consist of the Army Motto “this we will defend” with a star and John “Smithy” Smith written underneath. This will be my tribute to him, my way of honouring him even though I failed and he paid the ultimate price.
I will also get a phoenix on my back. Its head will start on my left shoulder, it’s body coming to the middle off my back in a diagonal direction, with its wings on either side spread wide; one going to the base of my hairline and spanning across to my other shoulder, and the other down the left side of my back. With its tail in flames, they will span to the bottom of my back. I’m pretty upset I can’t have the tattoos until next year, I’m a very impatient person. I hate waiting for something I really want. The reason I want to get a phoenix is because a phoenix rises from the ashes, they get reborn. It’s to symbolize that no matter what I go through I’ll rise above it.
I did end up getting a tattoo, Winter got the same as me. On the inside of my wrist we got the words “Dream big: Live Bigger.” My mom always used to say it to us.
The one negative thing that has happened to me in the last eight weeks is I feel as though I’m being watched. Every time I leave the house, whether it be alone or with Nathan, I feel eyes on me. I feel as though I’m going mad, I never see anyone. I really should say something, but I’m worried I’m just being paranoid.
I’m meeting Nathan for lunch today, It’s the first time I’m going to his office. I’ve spoken to Scott a few times; he’s worried about me. I don’t blame him; he’s always been the overprotective one. He hates to see me get hurt, he’s like Luke in so many ways, especially blaming himself for me being injured during my tour in Afghanistan. There is no talking sense into them. It will be the first time Scott has seen us together, I’m hoping he doesn’t go off on a tangent.
I head to my dad’s house; I need clean clothes. Every time I’ve come here the past few weeks he’s been working. But today he’s home. I’m nervous, Nathan is my first proper boyfriend since High school. I walk in the front door, “Dad I’m home.”
I hear noises upstairs, and some giggling. What the fuck is going on.
“I’ll be down in a sec baby girl.” I hear him quietly talking to someone.
Then I see it, he’s with a woman. I’m shocked. They walk down the stairs towards me. Once they hit the hall I walk past them and run up the stairs. I go to my room and start packing up my stuff. I hear the front door close. I’m so mad right now. I hear him before he speaks, he’s in the doorway to my bedroom.
“Baby girl, I never meant for you to see that.” I laugh,
“You disgust me, this is mom’s house, and you’re trampling all over her memory, how dare you. You want a quick fuck, that’s fine but don’t do it here.” He looks shocked; I never speak to him like this. I’m so pissed at him right now.
“It’s been eight years Soph, please don’t be like this.” He starts to walk towards me.
“No! Don’t touch me. Eight years? What about mom, dad? What about her? What? She doesn’t mean anything to you anymore? Leave me alone, I can’t look at you right
Similar Books
