88 Chapter 86: PTSD

"Anyways! I know a good place to buy some comfortable clothes for guys! You'll even be able to dress up as a boy and look good at the same time!" She pats me in the shoulder nonchalantly as she hopped and skipped without a care in the world.

THE WAY SHE KEEPS BOUNCING JUST ATTRACTS MORE ATTENTION TO US! Oh my god keep your tatas in check! IT'S ATTRACTING MORE LOOKS FROM THESE SEXUALLY DEPRIVED MALES. 

"Hey! Stop shaking your tits. It's legit causing all the monkeys to rage in a frenzy looking at them. This totally reminds me of that time when I got sprayed that pheromone perfume. Do you remember that?" I told her off while reminding her about a past memory we had. She smiled, recalling the silly events.

"Oh! It's that time where my boyfriend tried to hit on you. SO I hit on him WITH a frying pan that is!" She giggled, bring out her giant ass frying pan.

"DAMN. How.. how do you even carry something like that? Where do those come from?" I touch the frying pan, she's holding and it's firm and hard. Totally made of steel.

"For some reason, I'm able to make it appear whenever I want, just like one of my knives. Must be a reflex I got from being a kid!" She bubbled, making a goofy looking face. The gears in my head started to turn. Making me curious about that last part of her sentence.

"Huh? How did you get a reflex for picking up weapons as a kid?" I wondered, rubbing my chin pubes as we continued walking down the hallway.

"Hmm..." She looked above to think for a bit before speaking. "You see, when my father was still a soldier. He's a general now. Our country went into war where the enemy country, sent a lot of forces to kill. They even killed civilians who lived there. More specifically, the families of the soldiers." 

"What? Oh my god. Really?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Nina really was in a warzone in such a young age? When I was young, all I did was play and have fun. I wonder how it felt when she was living that life.. 

"Yup. Once I was trying to get food for my family. Since there was a nearby apple tree in our home. One of the soldiers from the other countries came to our house, asking for food. It's because for some odd reason, that country didn't provide any food for them so they're looting some of the houses including our house." She states, proceeding to tell her story to me, as we made our way to the outside of the university campus.

"By the way, the store is this way!" She points over to the block over there and starts walking there. I followed her diligently with my eyes beaming with curiosity. "So what happened next?" I excitedly asked her. 

(Nina's POV FLASHBACK) 

"Oh you.." She snickered. "You're really curious aren't you? Fine. I'll go ahead and tell it." She then clears her throat. Thinking of what she will say next by closing her eyes and relaxing. "You see... when little ol' me was picking some of the apples. My family was preparing our food, well at least the food we had. I was planning to give the apples for some desserts so the members could enjoy some fruit."

"There I was, continuing to pick my fruit from the tall tree. With the help of a little net to fetch the apples. I can easily get it despite my little size and I also had a little kitchen knife to cut off the branches that might get caught on the net. As I finished and got all my apples. Like a little girl, I came back with my basket of apples to my home. Back at the time, I wasn't really aware that much as to what was happening so I was just frolicking while being clueless."

"As I went home, I heard screaming from the outside, a man with a different language is yelling at my family members. He was tall and muscular, he was wearing one of those camouflage suits that the enemy countries had. So I knew damn well he was part of the other country."

"I slowly approached the house, the screams kept getting louder and louder. To my knowledge, my father at the time was missing because he had to attend some soldier meeting about their next attack on the enemy and such so it was just my defenseless mother and my brother at the house. I got closer to the point where I can see something and I saw my mother holding the sack of the rice, it was being pulled by one of the soldiers from her."

"LET IT GO! PLEASE WE NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! That's what my mother screamed as the soldier took it from her while my brother was just crying in the back. The man was screaming in a language that I did not understand, fighting with her. After that few minutes of struggling, I came in closer and closer to the man and then finally, He yelled out loud, grabbing his gun which had a blade at the end. I'm not really sure what it's called but he pointed it to my mother and then it hit me. I was close enough so what I did was..."

"I grabbed the knife from my pocket. The short yet sharp knife that I cut the branches with. I got closer to the soldier without him noticing and then, I stabbed him in the neck. The knife got stuck in his throat. I saw him turn around shocked as he choked in his own blood before he died."

(Nina's POV FLASHBACK END)

"WAIT? WHAT? YOU REALLY STABBED A GUY'S THROAT AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE?!" I shouted in shock, I was shook at this point.

"Yup at the young age of 13. Well, I never really had a choice to begin with. During that war, I saw so many people getting killed. So many people losing their family, so much blood and violence that I kind of got numb to it all. I knew back then that if my father was there. He would kill anyone who points a weapon in my family. So I only did what I saw he did. I killed that man who was threatening to kill my mother." She answered with a cold and serious tone. 

"At that time. I realized that a lot of people could be cruel. Some turn to torture, some turn to raping people. So that's what I did because that man could have easily just taken advantage of my mother or tortured my brother." 

"Did.. did you hesitate like at all? That time when you took out that knife out of your pocket. Did you ever consider not doing it but instead run and cry?" I vacillated at her. She gives me a smile. "Sadly, no. Surely, due to my friendly character, I would at least feel some sort of remorse or hesitating to kill that man and yet. I never really felt that. It's as if, seeing all that blood and terror. Made me feel immune to anything brutally done by people. It's not like I had a choice as I said. Although seeing the man gargle on his own blood, as he tries to speak with the knife still in his neck. It did give me some sort of trauma. That look my mother and brother gave me. It was something that I could never remember. It was a mixture of relief and terror." She added to her statements.

"I.. I didn't know you had that dark of a past. Seeing you be this friendly and cheerful... I.. didn't expect that." I faltered, giving her a timid look.

"I get that quite a lot. I don't look like the type of person to be in the military after all." She chuckled. "Anyways! Let's go to the store and pick out some good boy clothes! I'm pretty good at crossdressing since most of the enemy soldiers rape the women they see or capture so my mom and I got clever and pretended to be men." She said to me another detail regarding her past.

A past full of wars... blood and murders. No wonder she acted like that back then when I killed her. She felt like she was going to get killed at that time. I wonder if she still feels that way...