Room 101 [Closed to Gene]
after this
He'd been doing well, so damn well. It had been weeks since he'd had one of those dreams - nightmares really. Weeks since he'd seen the camps, those hollow sunken cheeks and those eyes - it was the eyes that got him. The way they'd barely looked human, some of them.
But that night it all came back. Only to be washed away by fire, by shelling. Joe's screams and Bill's. Buuning and the smell of blood on snow. It smelled different, somehow, in the cold.
He tossed and turned, he shouted, he grabbed at Gene, pushed him away.
Babe wasn't even awake. Not really.
It was all in his head.
He'd been doing well, so damn well. It had been weeks since he'd had one of those dreams - nightmares really. Weeks since he'd seen the camps, those hollow sunken cheeks and those eyes - it was the eyes that got him. The way they'd barely looked human, some of them.
But that night it all came back. Only to be washed away by fire, by shelling. Joe's screams and Bill's. Buuning and the smell of blood on snow. It smelled different, somehow, in the cold.
He tossed and turned, he shouted, he grabbed at Gene, pushed him away.
Babe wasn't even awake. Not really.
It was all in his head.