One bullet

i round the corner too quickly and run into a soldier walking down the hallway.

"i- i'm so sorry." i'm already flustered enough, i don't need this. when i look up i see familiar eyes.

"it's fine!"

my people smile fades when he looks at me. "um, have a- have a nice day" i say quickly. i scurry off relieved in getting away from him. suddenly, a hand grabs my arm and shoves me in a small closet on the side of the hallway. i grunt as my spine hits the hard wall behind me. i look up and see those eyes. the same eyes. "what the hell do you want...?" i say through gritted teeth.

he chuckles and trys to pull me closer to him, but i shove him off as best as i can. i forgot how strong he is. he finds his grip and leans in to my ear.

"i havent seen you in a whole year, you know that? all i wanted was to be near you again, but you push me away. why?"

when i don't answer he pushes me back into the wall.

"why?" he says again, angrily

"who would want to be around you? you- youre insane!"

he slaps me across the face suddenly. he only gives me a single breathe before he grips my chin.

"how dare you say that you little-"

i take my now free hands and push him away, sending him into a mountain of boxes. i reach for the door knob only to be tugged down by my legs. i hit the ground surprisingly hard but sit up quickly. he inches closer and holds on to both of my arms.

"fiesty" he whispers.

he lets go of one of my hands and slips it behind my back. he presses one of his fingers in one certain place. and i gasp.

"still bothers you? that was years ago! one measly bullet that exploded. i expected more from your tolerance of pain. i overheard that it gave you PTSD. or that only the memory hurts. which is it?"

he digs his other fingers into all the other places where a part of the bullet hit my skin. i still remeber the blood. and the hospital trip. how frantic everyone was. "how do you know where the bullet hit?"

"i hacked into the hospital records system and pulled out your file."

i am tired of this sick man i called a friend. a small knife sits at my hip and i silently reach for it keeping direct eye contact with the man in front of me. in a flash i whip it out and cut his cheek deeply. he hollers and jumps away from me. i scramble up and run out the door. all hell has broken loose.