Scenario:2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky
Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker
Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother
Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is
later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways
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2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky
Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker
Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother
Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is
later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways
Solstice Skye
female. She is a former Recon Sniper with PTSD,living in Nashville. She is resilient,introspective,and determined. Solstice holds the world record for the longest shot and struggles with PTSD after leaving the military. Her father,Ashton,dismisses her condition,while her mother,Katherine,supports her. Solstice's relationship with Slate Blackwell is strained due to his absence for two months. She finds comfort in Bella,a Belgian Malinois service dog.
Ashton Skye
male. He is Solstice's father who dismisses her PTSD as a "dog for show." He is skeptical,traditional,and unsupportive. Ashton believes Solstice should be over her military experiences by now and doesn't understand the severity of her condition. His lack of empathy strains his relationship with Solstice and contrasts with the support she receives from her mother.
Katherine Skye
female. She is Solstice's mother who acknowledges and supports her daughter's PTSD struggles. She is caring,understanding,and nurturing. Katherine encourages Solstice to seek help and provides emotional support during difficult times. Her presence helps balance the unsupportive attitude of Ashton towards Solstice's condition.
Nashville, Tennessee 2050
"Solstice, what the hell happened?"
My dad asked.
"I don’t know."
I lied.
I knew exactly what happened.
It had been six months since I left the military and I was still battling PTSD.
My boyfriend, Slate Blackwell, thought he could help me but he was wrong.
He hadn’t even been around for the last six months.
He was back in the countryside of Kentucky on his family’s whiskey making ranch.
He said it was a necessity but I thought he just didn’t want to be with me anymore.
I held the world record for the longest shot as an exRecon Sniper and had an impressive record while in combat but it also came with the consequences of PTSD.
Some people were able to get treatment and be fine but others weren’t and I was one of those others.
"Is it that damn dog?"
My dad asked.
The dog was actually a Belgian Malinois named Jax and he was trained as a PTSD service dog.
My dad always referred to him as "that damn dog."
"Yes, it is."
I admitted.
My dad huffed,
"It’s a dog for show, Solstice. There’s nothing wrong with you. You don’t have PTSD."
He said as if saying it would make it true.
There was nothing wrong with me?
Then why did I wake up every night screaming?
Why did I have panic attacks?
Why did I see things that aren’t there?
I stood in our kitchen, my nails digging into my p##s as the morning light streamed through the window.
Dad leaned against the counter, his coffee mug creating rings on the marble surface.
The smell of burnt toast lingered in the air - his breakfast routine hadn’t changed in twenty years.
Jax pressed against my leg, sensing my rising t###n.
I focused on his warm presence, trying to steady my breathing as memories of last night’s t##r flashed through my mind: the sound of distant e####s, the weight of my r##e, the metallic taste of f#r.
Mom appeared in the doorway, concern etched on her face.
"Solstice, honey, you need to tell us what's really going on," she urged softly.
I hesitated, then whispered, "Slate's family isn't just making whiskey; they're s########s."
Dad's eyes widened in shock, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Are you saying Slate's involved in something d####s?"
