Time for Change

The skies were dark and so was my mood. Gisael took care of the menial tasks and did what she could to comfort me.

Throughout my life when things were great - something would blindside me and fuck it all up. On my way to college basketball and possibly the pros I was young, naïve and there was no one to blame for my downfall except myself.

Then I was in one of the most elite special forces squads in the world until the twist of fate brought me low. And when I say low, I'd contemplated ending it all on several occasions. 

The same feeling stalked me now. Reyas almost died. Demon Bird did die. And if Reyas had died so would've our baby. I should be happy. I should be ecstatic. We survived. She lived and the baby lived. But when these things get a hold of your mind, sometimes you can't help being a glass half empty son of a bitch. 

Because it was so close - now I feared it. What about next time. The dread threatened my mind.