That felt good, I finally feel normal. I dug a grave and shoved him in by the time I was done in was dusk. I didn’t go home that night; the next morning I open the door to see a sobbing Cheryl. “Cheryl I’m leaving I can’t go back to the man before, when I killed him it felt good so good even now I get giddy just thinking about it goodbye .”I ignoring her cries and walking to the bedroom to pack. Weeks had gone by at the moment I was sitting on the side of the road bugging for some type of money or food. The people just kept walking not spearing me another glance. I guess no one will help, maybe that think I’m on drugs or something. I felt a pulse in my pants, it probably Cheryl calling she starting the get annoying with her calling me every day, I debating if I should answer or not. I think I should only to see an unknown number. I answer it “Price your country need you again” I am needed? In a flash I was back where I belong. The smell of dried blood, it being expected to see red. My troop and I were back up in charged operation to kill a group of people. The leader of the group looked like very tall and muscular, and wears a brown longcoat. He has silver hair and noticeable facial stubble. His name was Estarosa his has been selling weapons to our enemy’s. Minutes later there I was the only one left out of ten men. I’m corned by Estarosa. I pulled out by knife and lunged at him, somehow he easily disarmed and throw me. He advanced slowly picking up my knife. I backed further into the corner, trying to create distance between myself. Estarosa smiled, knowing that there was nothing he could do to change what would happen. He lunged forward, cutting me in the arm, i screamed in pain and darted to the left of him, tripping and falling to the floor. He lunged again, this time slicing my hand. Blood poured, spattering Estarosa face and chest. I moaned in agony, knowing the worst was yet to come. Estarosa stood over me, watching as tears met blood, creating small red designs on my face and neck. “your not worth my time men, finish him off but I want his eye out of his skull.”
Cheryl pov Everyone came. All of Price’s friends from the army. Minutes later a hearse and three limos arrived at the house. The family and friends filed into the vehicles while the drivers loaded the hearse with the numerous roses. Price loved roses; they were red, he loved anything red. The family and friends arrived at the funeral location where the service would take place. The atmosphere not only looked gloomy but felt gloomy. Everywhere I looked there were no smiles. After the prist said a few words, It was time for my Eulogy “Price was a first born and a beloved son and husband. There was no stopping him. I remember the first time I had meet him. He had just started his training for the army, i was sitting at the bar. He sat next to me and we started a chat. At first I payed him no mind only thinking that he’d be a great friend. After the night was over he had say for the phone number. A few days later I had gotten a call from him asking if id like to go on a date with him. from the way he talked I could tell he was nervous, I thought that was cute and said yes. On your first date I had tried not to stress out, and we explored our hobbies together. The first thing we did was hike during that I found out he’s: biggest influence in life was his father who died in world war I when he was a teen, when he asked me what is my Favorite movie of all time I had said cult of chucky. He laugh saying that he never expected that and he liked the unexpected. Those few words got me to think of him as more then a friend. One of the ways Price had my fall in love with him was his passion and love for animals found us in many interesting situations. One summer day, as sat outside enjoying the sun, came running with a dog he found. This was not just any dog; it was a pitiful, dirty mutt that was on his last leg. This lonely, shaggy stranger was wondering around our neighborhood in need of a home. He was eaten up with fleas and had some open wounds, but had love in his eyes. After months of dating we had moved in together. Price was not a perfectionist. His side of the room was always a mess. He always had his bag open with clothes on the floor everywhere. He could never “color inside the lines.” Years later he had got on one knee and proposed saying that ‘our smile to worth any pain and I’m going to protect it with my life’, our wedding was the best day of my life. My dress was a blood red modern short dress that was off the shoulder. The few things that will make me the saddest is he will never see his daughter first: steps, laugh, smile, date to be able to say ‘my little girl’.” Price had send me a letter a few weeks ago it reads I’m scared shitless right now I don’t want to turn back in to that guy I was. After the twenty-one gun shots and I got the flag I left for the limo.
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