War Child

I began writing this story during musical rehearsal last year. To give you an idea about the origins of this story: imagine you are a sophomore in high school sitting in a band room with ten other musicians and your band director. You have been playing bassoon for five hours straight now and your lips have been completely rubbed raw, there's blood on your reed, you can no longer feel your fingers, and you're about to pass out. This has been going on everyday for a week, and there will be many more to come. That, my friend, is how this catastrophe was born.

It's been almost a year since then and to be perfectly honest, I haven't even gotten close to finishing the rough draft. Somehow I managed to spit out a final draft of the first chapter that, just as shockingly, my friends were able to convince me to post. So, before you begin, I would like to give you some warnings and information:


Warnings:

There is language, violence, war, and death.

There is love, loss, heartbreak, and consensual sex (homosexual and heterosexual).

There are more personal and psychological themes such as PTSD, the effects of war, abuse, drastic character change, self harm, suicide, and rape.


Everything I wrote, I wrote for a reason and I didn't insert any cringy, angsty, or dramatic scenes or phrases just for giggles.

I spent months doing research that I'm still not even close to done with so that I could, to the best of my ability, accurately base this on real events during WWII and the Cold War. Terrible things happened in those decades that I am going to do my best to bring to life in hopes people will better educate themselves about what has happened in the not-so-distant past. Things that in many ways are still happening today.

Now, don't get me wrong, this won't be 100% death and sadness! There will be happy moments, fluffy moments, and hilarious moments!

One last thing, I would like to point out that character development plays a major part in this story, so if you don't like how some of the characters are portrayed when they're first introduced, good, that's probably how it's supposed to be, unless I royally screwed up (which is also very likely).

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and please give feedback, I'd really appreciate it!