Post by MONTGOMERY HENRY SCOTT on Jan 5, 2016 19:58:16 GMT
All he could see was fire, he heard the yelling and the shouting of the men he'd been serving with, all of them crying out with pain, but he couldn't see any of them. The cries grew louder before dying out all together followed by a deathly silence, he looked down at his fit and saw the blood pooling under his boots. He tried to move but he couldn't, then he was lying in the blood...
Monty bolted upright in his bed and blinked owlishly until his brain caught up and reminded his body that it was a dream. Nothing more than a nightmare, taking several deep breaths to slow his heart rate and prevent a panic attack, Monty laid back down. He stared up the ceiling but couldn't will himself to go back to sleep, he didn't want to see their faces, or hear their screams. Although he'd been doing better in the last few months, his own dreams were still plauged by nightmares. His mother had tried to get him to go and see the doctor again but Monty didn't see how that would help. Doctors always told you that things would get better, they never did. Anders and Billy were evidence of that, they won't ever be alright they were dead after all. Monty himself didn't get off easy, the bracelet that was currently on his wrist giving testament to his loss of control. Monty still would've preferred the fate of many of the men from that explosion, or to trade places with them. The doctor said it was survivors guilt, to which Monty always says its "I should've done more" guilt.
Monty realising that he didn't want to sleep and probably wouldn't got up and dressed into some running gear. If anything helped it was running, the nightmares always left his muscles tense and his mind cluttered, running eased this. Running or driving. He would have gone for a drive but his truck needed some lightbulbs and he'd not got around to doing them yet. At first he took of at a steady pace, running from his home into town and then into the park, he was about to pick up his pace when his body protested. All his war injuries,although mostly healed, still caused him problems. Whether it was Ghost pains or just standard pain. His back was suddenly in agony near his tailbone, he found a nearby tree to lean on. The pain made moving difficult so he just leaned against the tree letting the pain wash over him and hoping it would ease. Something that he seriously doubted, his power involved pain and while the Augumentation device stopped his powers affecting others a side affect was that his own pain would be greater. He definitely thought this was true as he rested against the tree again, shutting his eyes until the pain faded.
Monty bolted upright in his bed and blinked owlishly until his brain caught up and reminded his body that it was a dream. Nothing more than a nightmare, taking several deep breaths to slow his heart rate and prevent a panic attack, Monty laid back down. He stared up the ceiling but couldn't will himself to go back to sleep, he didn't want to see their faces, or hear their screams. Although he'd been doing better in the last few months, his own dreams were still plauged by nightmares. His mother had tried to get him to go and see the doctor again but Monty didn't see how that would help. Doctors always told you that things would get better, they never did. Anders and Billy were evidence of that, they won't ever be alright they were dead after all. Monty himself didn't get off easy, the bracelet that was currently on his wrist giving testament to his loss of control. Monty still would've preferred the fate of many of the men from that explosion, or to trade places with them. The doctor said it was survivors guilt, to which Monty always says its "I should've done more" guilt.
Monty realising that he didn't want to sleep and probably wouldn't got up and dressed into some running gear. If anything helped it was running, the nightmares always left his muscles tense and his mind cluttered, running eased this. Running or driving. He would have gone for a drive but his truck needed some lightbulbs and he'd not got around to doing them yet. At first he took of at a steady pace, running from his home into town and then into the park, he was about to pick up his pace when his body protested. All his war injuries,although mostly healed, still caused him problems. Whether it was Ghost pains or just standard pain. His back was suddenly in agony near his tailbone, he found a nearby tree to lean on. The pain made moving difficult so he just leaned against the tree letting the pain wash over him and hoping it would ease. Something that he seriously doubted, his power involved pain and while the Augumentation device stopped his powers affecting others a side affect was that his own pain would be greater. He definitely thought this was true as he rested against the tree again, shutting his eyes until the pain faded.
