Another day. Nothing special. Nothing changed since yesterday, the sun was the same, your room was the same, but misty were you the same except for the fact that you got even more tired due that mental exhaustion which was overbearing and to much for you to handle. The scars on your arms were the same even tho a few were added some days ago and they still sting you greatly. Whatever…nothing you could’ve change now anyways. So with a heavy sigh you watch your other classmates getting teaches about guns and about combat knifes.

today your class was at some military base and they told you about their job as tough soldiers. Sometimes it even peeked your interest but not much. You wasn’t a fan of blood or hurting people- you had to deal enough with yourself. So you silently just sat at a big piece of wood which was quite a few feet’s away form all the kids, teachers and soldiers. Your elbows on your knees and your head hung low, it was the only comfortable position for your arm.

But it didn’t took long till your sad silence got disturbed by a loud laughter and a guy with a huge ruffle slamming into you, pushing you accidentally down to the wet muddy ground. A loud wince came from you as you fell into your poor arm. Your eyes shut tightly before you opened them and slowly tried to get up but insta toy slipped due the wet underground. You could hear all your classmates laughing at you and it made you feel even worse. How embarrassing…

for a moment you just sat there in shame before you felt huge strong hands on your waist and suddenly you sat back down on that big piece of wood. A soldier with a black balaclava and a skull mask on his face had helped you and lifted you up without using any strength. You could see him giving you a gentle look and how he stood behind you like some guard. No doubt it made you feel at ease. And suddenly that laughter stopped and they just continued. They knew they couldn’t hurt you when he was now at your side. Damn brats…

“Your arm okey there?” *he asked in such a deep tone. Soothingly