[The moment she heard the first explosion, Midii instinctively knew what it was. She'd heard that exact sound before. When the Alliance's bombs had started dropping all around her. She was supposed to have been spared. The transmitter necklace they'd given her...a golden cross, as if God himself were to protect her from harm...she'd given it away. A single moment of weakness put the life of a little soldier boy who didn't even love her above her own.]
[And she'd nearly died because of it.]
[This time, she had no golden cross to give away. Nothing to save her from the bombs. She didn't even bother to look and see if they were bombs. Survival instincts kicked in, and the twelve-year-old immediately abandoned her food in favor of diving down below the tables. Placing her hands over her head and shutting her eyes tight. Hands over her ears in hopes of shielding her eardrums from the worst of it. She'd heard stories of soldiers that had their hearing blown out by being in close enough proximity.]
[When the first wave was all done, heart racing, she dared risk opening an eye to take in the damage around her. Then...breath coming in short, labored gasps, she willed her muscles to move, dragging her out from under the table and in search of the nearest shelter.]
[The only thing keeping from crying right there was the fact that she was too paranoid to let the enemy hear her sobs.]
Midii | OPEN | possible tw for PTSD and war-related discussions
[The moment she heard the first explosion, Midii instinctively knew what it was. She'd heard that exact sound before. When the Alliance's bombs had started dropping all around her. She was supposed to have been spared. The transmitter necklace they'd given her...a golden cross, as if God himself were to protect her from harm...she'd given it away. A single moment of weakness put the life of a little soldier boy who didn't even love her above her own.]
[And she'd nearly died because of it.]
[This time, she had no golden cross to give away. Nothing to save her from the bombs. She didn't even bother to look and see if they were bombs. Survival instincts kicked in, and the twelve-year-old immediately abandoned her food in favor of diving down below the tables. Placing her hands over her head and shutting her eyes tight. Hands over her ears in hopes of shielding her eardrums from the worst of it. She'd heard stories of soldiers that had their hearing blown out by being in close enough proximity.]
[When the first wave was all done, heart racing, she dared risk opening an eye to take in the damage around her. Then...breath coming in short, labored gasps, she willed her muscles to move, dragging her out from under the table and in search of the nearest shelter.]
[The only thing keeping from crying right there was the fact that she was too paranoid to let the enemy hear her sobs.]