If This Was a Movie, I'd be Dead by Now

I walk out onto a battleground. The ground is painted red with the blood of fallen soldiers. Corpses litter the battle site. Horses wander alone without an owner. The icy wind whips my hair across my face. The sky is clouded, the sun will not shine. For we have lost many souls, good and evil. The loss was tremendous, did we really gain more than we lost? I wonder as I fall to my knees sobbing.
I look around I see so many people I know, family, friends, enemies, and my old teachers, all dead. What did we do? Was this really worth our freedom. So many people died, from just battle. More died in prison ships or at the hands of diseases. I look around, I see a young boy lying dead, he looked familiar. I walk over to get a better look, to see if I could see how old he was. Once by his side, I kneel down. A bloody hand grabbed my arm. I shrieked and jumped up. I looked down to see what hand grabbed me or better yet, who. It was the boy, I had been mistaken for he was not dead.
“Water” he croaked out.
“One second” I replied in a hurry as I reached into my bag and pulled out water. I poured some into his mouth.
“Th...Thank you” He said as he starts to sit up. I have to help him because he was shot in the arm.
“What’s your name?” I ask. “Why were you fighting in the war, you are so young?”
“My name is Vic ” He answered. “I fought to prove my worth to my family. They all said I was worthless. I had to sneak into the army. They would not have let me fight at my age. Did we win the war?”
“Yes, we did” I replied. “We won our freedom but I'm not sure it was worth the loss. Many people died, probably thousands. You look very familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”
“I went to school with you” he stated.
“Well, that would make sense then,” I say. “You went to Clairemont High before the war started?
“Ya,” He says “I was in your music, art, and English”
“That’s right,” I say realizing who he was “You’re the kid that’s in that band. Who also liked all those rock bands.” At this point, he was standing up. We started to walk back to the town. When he stopped and just stared down at the ground.
“Are you okay?” I ask looking at him “What’s wrong?” Then I realize that he is staring at a dead person lying on the ground.
“Th-That’s my father” he stumbles before falling to the ground. I look at the dog tag and see that the name reads “Fuentes”. I sit down next to him and pull him into my arms. He buries his face in my shoulder and cries harder. The sobs shook his body. We sat there for probably forty-five minutes before he was able to calm down enough to stand up.
“We need to head into town,” I say “It’s getting dark.” He nods before looking back at his father. “We’ll back-back for him, I promise,” I say to Vic. The walk back started in silence but Vic decided to break it.
“Who did you lose?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I reply.
“who did you lose in the war?” he asks “I can see it in your eyes, you lost someone”
“My father and older brother,” I say not looking at him. I knew that if I looked him in the eye I would break.
“I’m sorry,” he said genuinely wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me to his side.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. It’s not like it’s your fault.” I say. We continue the walk in silence. By the time we reach the town the sun was setting.
“Where do you live,” he asks “I can walk you home.”
“I would say you don’t have to but since my mom’s a doctor and you need your arm checked out I’ll let you,” I say.
“You’re very independent I see” he laughs. His laugh is the most wonderful thing I’ve heard since the war started.
“Ya, I guess,” I say shyly.
“Come on let's get going,” He says still laughing. I hadn’t realized that we stopped. We got to my house in ten minutes. He didn’t take his arm off of my shoulder until we got my house. I walked up and knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” my mom asked opening the door. “Oh my god! I’ve been worried sick about you! Where have you been? Who is this boy with you?”
“Calm down mom,” I say walking inside, Vic follows. “This is Vic. I went out to the battlefield and found him. I thought he was dead at first but I guess he isn’t. He got shot in the arm. Can you check it out?”
“Of course, of course,” she says gently “but we will have a talk later about you going out to that field alone.”
“Ok,” I sigh. I knew that it wasn’t going to be fun. Especially with what she meant by “talk”. We walked back to the room where my mom kept all of her medical supplies.
“Now, I need you to take off your shirt so I can have a good look at your arm,” she said in her doctor like way. He took off his shirt and his arm was a bloody mess. You could tell where he was shot it was the spot where it was the darkest red and still had some wet blood on it. My mom went to cleaning it straight away. I saw Vic wince at the pain so I went over, sat down next him and held his hand. I felt bad for him. He had been through so much.
It didn’t take my mom long to clean up his arm. She had to pull the bullet out of his arm then give him stitches. Righter after my mom finished up he had to go. His family probably thought he was dead. I had a couple band shirts that were a size too big and since he was only a little taller than me I let him borrow one. As soon as he left my mom dragged me upstairs to her room.
“WHY WERE YOU OUT THERE?!” she yelled. Spit hit me face.
"I wanted to see if I could find dad or Dravin" I cry, "I'm sorry."
"You better be" she glared then hit me. I fell to the floor sobbing only to be kicked in the stomach. Why did it have to be so bad? Why did Dravin have to go fight in the fucking war? He was always there for me when I needed him and he always kept mom from hurting me. Now he was gone.
"Stop!" I yell after being kicked ten times. I didn't want to deal with this now. I hurt to much. All I wanted was to be locked in my room, by myself with my blades. That was all I wanted.
"No" she shouted, "I'm not stopping until you learn your lesson you emo bitch!" With that she sat down on my stomach, pinning me on my back. She threw a punch. It hit my lip and busted it open. She continued throwing punches. All of the sudden, they stopped. I looked up to see Dravin holding my mom back from me. He was covered in blood and there was worry and panic in his eyes. He motioned with his head to the door. With that, I got up and ran to my room.
Once I was in my room I shut the door and locked it. I ran to my bathroom (which was connected to my room). I opened my drawer and pulled out my blades. They had been my best friend, next to Dravin. I had managed to make fifty cuts in my stomach and arms before there was a knock on the door.
"Celosia? Are you okay?" It was Dravin. Shit, he couldn't see me like this. I cleaned up as fast as I could and ran and opened the door. I was immediately pulled into a hug.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled Dravin knew I self-harmed but he didn't know it had gotten this bad.
"For what?" he asked, obviously confused.
"Everything." With that, he pulled away, walked in and locked the door. He sat down on my bed. I sat down next to him and he pulled me onto his lap.
"What happened?" he was looking at the wall by my bed. There were words written in my blood on it. Words like worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, etc.
"Me." That was all I could say.
"Celosia, why'd you do it?" he asked.
"I couldn't take it when you left. I had no one." I sighed. "Mom just got worse and so did the kids at school." He took off my sweatshirt so he could see my arms. He started to pull up my shirt so he could see my stomach. I tried to resist but I couldn't win against him. He was stronger than me.
He got my shirt up and saw the fresh blood on my stomach. He looked back at my arms and saw there was also fresh blood there. Tears started welling in his eyes. He put my shirt back down and hugged me. He hugged me as if he let go I would fall apart or disappear.

Notes

Sorry if this sucks. This is my first fan fiction.