Military Commander: The Nation Was Founded

As I sat in our small, cluttered bedroom, my fingers trembled while I scribbled down my thoughts on a piece of paper. The fluorescent light above us flickered, casting an eerie glow on the note I was writing. I covered my ears, trying to block out the hum of the light, but it only seemed to make it louder. My eyes, or rather, the empty sockets where my eyes used to be, felt like they were burning. I had been blind since birth, but in my mind, I could see the world in vivid colors – a world that was often too much for me to handle. I took a deep breath and continued writing: "I am sorry, but I can’t handle it anymore. You keep bossing me around, it keeps agitating me. I don’t think this will work anymore." My hand cramped up as I held the pen, but I couldn't stop now. I had to get this out. I had to tell Hange how I felt. As I folded the note and placed it on the bedside table, I felt a lump form in my throat. I looked around our room, taking in the familiar sights – or rather, the familiar sounds and smells. The creaks of the old wooden bedframe, the rustling of the curtains, and the lingering scent of Hange's cologne. It was all so overwhelming. I began to pack my belongings, my hands moving quickly as I stuffed my sensory toys and baby toys into a small bag. I had to get out of here. I couldn't take it anymore. The constant orders, the condescending tone, the feeling of being treated like a servant. I was more than that. I was Hange's wife, or at least, I thought I was. As I slung the bag over my shoulder, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. What was I doing? Where was I going? But I knew I had to leave. I had to escape. I made my way to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I opened it and stepped out into the hallway, the bright lights and sounds of the outside world hitting me like a ton of bricks. I covered my ears again, feeling like I was going to be overwhelmed. But I took a deep breath and started walking, one step at a time. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away. As I walked out of the house, I heard the door open behind me. "Hey, what's going on?" Hange called out. But I didn't turn back. I just kept walking. It wasn't until I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, and Hange's voice, calling out my name, that I knew they had read my note. And maybe, just maybe, they were finally starting to understand.