As Samantha took her shower Aaron washed the dishes. While he scrubbed the standard issue tin plates from last nights camp meeting he worried about Sam's condition. They had been members of the Free Army for over a year now, and battle was starting to take its toll. Not just on her, it happened to everyone. Though the cause was important, not everyone could shake off the horrible things they had seen. It was easy to see in the haunted eyes of all the initiates after their first battle.

Aaron himself had only started combat two months ago. Every initiate, or new member of the army, was forced to undergo a year of vigorous training before he or she would be prepared to fight for the cause. The memories of those twelve months of training brought a smile to Aaron's lips. He had met Sam there, on the first day of training. He remembered her eyes glowed with intensity and excitement at the year ahead. They were not yet darkened with the nightmares of days filled with carnage and death. That was a long time ago, before the incedent. They never talked about it, but Aaron could tell when Samantha was weighed down with the memories.

"When are you going to get up Sam?" Aaron asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed and looking at her.

"Not sure I want to today." Samantha grumbled. Today was Sunday. Sundays were hard. Without warning, tears came to her eyes. It was a hopeless feeling, not being able to cope. It was worse knowing that Aaron could see. "Stupid tears!" She had already cried too much as it was, what was the point of more waterworks?

"Aw babe, its ok, you don't need to cry. Come here." Aaron wrapped Sam in his arms and rocked her. Sam had been this way for a while now. Weeks, months maybe. He knew today would be rough, Sundays usually were.

"I made you breakfast" he said, holding out a rationed protein shake. The gesture brought more tears to Samantha's eyes, and she broke down again, apologizing. "Come on, lets get up. I'll help you." Slowly, and with encouragement from Aaron, Sam was able to get out of bed,gulp down her breakfast, and hobble to the shower.

Intro: Title

So, I have a blog now.

Whoop! :) I named this blog Golden Brain Storm because my grandmother used to call me Golden Storm when I'd wake up in the morning with my golden blonde hair everywhere and my well, less than cheerful attitude. This blog is a collection of my thoughts and experiences, and basically everything that goes on in the head of me, the Golden Storm. This blog is my Golden Brain Storm.