Flesh and Blood, a short historical drabble.NOTES: This is only a short drabble I wrote, when I had the feels. Sorry if there are mistakes in German, not my mother language. English is not also my mother language. Verdammt. So, have a good read!
I fell to the ground. My breath got stuck in my throat as I could finally feel the bullets in my body. They stung terribly, threatening to damage the flesh even more as I did my best to breathe in and out. There was simply no hope for me. I felt the warm, slick blood pooling underneath me, as it continuously oozed out of the wounds. When I propped myself up to see it, I saw the stains on my uniform grow larger. Everywhere was in blood.
I fell back to the ground, unable to sit up no longer. My head hit the ground hard, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Es tut mir leid, Mutti.
Yes, yes, I was going to die, and my mother, my poor mother was going to be informed about it, when all of her letters to me were brought back to her along with a mark that read "VERSTORBENE." She'd be devastated,