Watson woes prompt 3: " A Coward's Life."
Title: "A Coward's Life."
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Sherlock
Character: John Watson
Relationships/Pairing: None
Summary: Pre season one: "A cardboard can box a life"
Content Warnings: Suicidal intentions implied.
Word Count: 171
A.N.: this in unbetaed, I know is late but I wanted to share it anyway.
JWP Prompt # 3: A Cardboard Box.
My life at 35 years old male, ex soldier, ex student, ex professional, ex able human being could be resumed in a cardboard box and a rucksack.
I wanted tom fight for the good guys, heal so I went to Afghanistan. There I found sand, blood, fighting but also children with guns and anguish, despair, but never so much as so when I wake up in the campaign hospital and my life ended.
They send me back with a pat in my back, a plan for meetings with a therapist that I didn't want, an early retirement and so little purpose.
I had an average an little one bedroom flat, my gun that I had smuggled, thanks to my mates, near if I want to retire for life.
I had nightmares every night, I woke up eat dome toast with Jam, looked for something in the internet, never knowing what, cleaned my gun and contemplated doing the deed, but maybe after all I was a coward or worst I had hope.
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Sherlock
Character: John Watson
Relationships/Pairing: None
Summary: Pre season one: "A cardboard can box a life"
Content Warnings: Suicidal intentions implied.
Word Count: 171
A.N.: this in unbetaed, I know is late but I wanted to share it anyway.
JWP Prompt # 3: A Cardboard Box.
My life at 35 years old male, ex soldier, ex student, ex professional, ex able human being could be resumed in a cardboard box and a rucksack.
I wanted tom fight for the good guys, heal so I went to Afghanistan. There I found sand, blood, fighting but also children with guns and anguish, despair, but never so much as so when I wake up in the campaign hospital and my life ended.
They send me back with a pat in my back, a plan for meetings with a therapist that I didn't want, an early retirement and so little purpose.
I had an average an little one bedroom flat, my gun that I had smuggled, thanks to my mates, near if I want to retire for life.
I had nightmares every night, I woke up eat dome toast with Jam, looked for something in the internet, never knowing what, cleaned my gun and contemplated doing the deed, but maybe after all I was a coward or worst I had hope.