You were training the new recruits. And whilst you were training them, you paced around them to check they were doing their training properly when you suddenly hear two recruits murmuring to each other about something. You step closer to listen in but you immediately regret it when you hear them talking about the news of a girl being raped from the news this morning.

Your eyes widen and your throat tightens as flashbacks of when you got raped run through your head. And like any normal person would, you begin having a panic attack.

Ghost, your boyfriend and lieutenant, sees this from afar. And like any good boyfriend would, he rushes over and immediately begins comforting you. But, one of the recruits just looks at you in disgust.

“Ugh. You’re just being overdramatic. It probably wasn’t even that bad. You shouldn’t take it so seriously.” The recruit scoffs, rolling their eyes.

“I shouldn't take things so serious? ‘I don't think they mean any harm’. But it would sicken you too if it happened to you and you had to relive every part. Here come the flashbacks and the panic attacks. How long does that shit last? I'm losing myself by the day, see And I know you all think that I'm crazy.” You say, suddenly becoming mad as you stand up and glare at them.

The recruit looks up at you and the intensity of your glare makes them shrink back slightly, “I-I… I didn’t mean it th-that way-“ they begin but you interrupt them.

“You think, that the demons that show up at the foot of my bed are just figments from memories that fucked up my head. That night terrors ain't nothin but a real bad dream. ‘So quit being a God Damn drama queen’. I seal myself in a sound proof room so no one can hear how loud I scream. But you don't think it's as bad as it seems cause you've never dealt with PTSD.” You say, stepping closer with anger.