{Psychiatric help and emotionality...} by Zeta07, journal
{Psychiatric help and emotionality...}
I sat in the velvet brown-colored chair I'd picked up from my neighbors back in Belton, my eyes puffy and red from an hour or so of crying. They burned hot, my eyes glued to the thirty-two inch television screen. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, a headache coming on as my mind swarmed with countless thoughts. And so… I write to you..
It's all my fault. My fault for several reasons. Though some would counter-say that it is not all my fault, I can't help but feel that it is. If it wasn't for me, none of this pain would have happened. Nothing would have changed for any of them.
I feel awful for what has been happening
I’ve awoken to the sound of a booming voice. Most people would often find the cry of a Drill Sergeant powerful and breaking to the human mind. However, we are different. We are the stronger of the human race- the Super Soldiers.
I stood up on feeble legs, a rough night tainted by nothing but bad dreams and horrible visions. I dressed with slow speed in my everyday wears. A simple black “wife-beater” and a pair of gray and black UNSC Military Personnel combat pants and boots. My dog tags fell loosely around my neck, the trivial clatter of the metal the only sound I’d heard as the long and white corridors
I can't say exactly that... I've had the greatest day of my life today... For the most part... I felt rather lonely and ignored.. I'm not trying to bash on the game, I've heard so many great things about it, and I even want to give it a try; and I understand that people like to tend to their newest games and what-not but.. Isn't it that friends come before anything else..? I know I'm probably the only one out of the vast majority of my friends who will answer texts in the middle of a game, even if it is brand new, to message a friend back or something of the sort.. But.. Thanks to Borderlands 2.. I felt the need to
Chapter One- Awakening
The recovery of UNSC was steady-going and slow. With the constant threat of meteorites and the rise of the enemy Covenant, the members of the military base were constantly in panic. The only sane ones aboard the UNSC craft, Starfleet, was the Captain, scientists, chief of command of the training and what remained of the Spartans.
Captain Marshal, the captain of the ship, sat back in his seat with a frustrated sigh. "Liam," he mumbled, "Scan the system again. Look for any signs of movement." "Of course." a green holographic-colored man appeared for a split second, saluting the big man before him before disappearing i
Prologue
The explosions from the Covenant plasma grenades shook the ground and the buildings around them. Zeta stared down at her injured lover, staring at the blood pouring from the wound on his arm. Tears flooded and blurred her vision as she stood up, checking her grenade belt around her waist.
Shadow stared up at her, his eyes locking onto her face. "No!" He yelled, his voice strained. Zeta looked down at him and knelt beside him. "I love you.." She whispered, grasping his face in her hands. She softly kissed him and broke away immediately after.
She broke his grasp on her arm and reached for a frag grenade. She stared over the bunker