Losing a loved one can be devastating, unable to find the killer makes coping ten times harder. Agent Jordan Downes lost his daughter in what he presumed to be a freak accident at first, a miscommunication between him and his wife. However, the more he uncovers he finds that not all people are who they seem to be, and the most cruel of people can be the ones that are loved the most.…
You're not the same when you leave a war. Wether it's Iraq, Afghanistan, or Iran. Point is, no matter what war you come home from you're damaged. Damaged mentally, physically, or both. For me it was both. Waking up in the dead of night hearing my brother, Danny, screaming in agony, begging not to leave him or having sudden pain jolt my body. Getting up at 2:00 in the morning, strapping on my prosthetic leg, and taking walk, just to clear my head. Or pacing the house with in with a gun clutched to my side and a knife in my hand. Seeing my fellow soldiers as if they were actually there and talking to them as if they could understand and speak back. I had what so many doctors called PTSD and the severest case of it. Level 4 or level black. I drug myself in and out of several constant alcoholic dazes, drugs, and counseling. I was teetering on the edge and was for a really long time. It changed when I got a chance to start over. Vote/comment…
No one loved Gracie more than her father, Phillip Smith. Gracie, a spunky seventeen year old spends the majority of her time taking care of her father. His chronic PTSD making her life one of hurt. She didn't give up on him even when his whole world came crashing down once again.…
Sick. You could describe Jack Sims as sick. However, nothing about his 6'5 frame, calm crystal clear blue eyes, or his military crew cut would give any indication of his sickness. You'd have to look past the calmness in his eyes and look under the layers of clothes over his body to see the evidence. Most importantly you'd have to look at Jack's medical records or maybe a brain scan to see the truth. Jack Sims or patent 604 is mentally ill and voices control his life.…
1,2,3,4, if a killer's who you're running from, 5,6,7,8, no time to hind you'll be too late! 9,10,11,12, their deep dark secret they won't tell, so give it up, he's come from hell to have some fun!***all credit for this story goes to awkwardturtelG***…
The only difference between promises and the truth, is that we have a choice in breaking a promise, but we don't have a choice if the truth breaks us.*All credit for this story goes to awkwardturtelG*…