liah

This Means War

I nodded, kind of knowing how that was. I wanted to be closer to my sister but she made that very hard. Her picking fights and getting us into loads of trouble a lot. "Have you been on any missions yet?" I switched the subject. I didn't want to continue on a topic that seemed a little difficult for the both of us to talk about. It didn't look like it was going in a positive direction.

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"It's okay." I said, having a quick flashback of the terrible time I had dealing with his death. The nightmares, lack of sleep, all of it. But I was fine now and he was in a better place. That's all that mattered. "But no. I don't know the last place she was at. I'm sure she's fine though. She's a tough cookie.... Plus, she writes to my parents so I know she's fine." I gave him a small smile. Though my sister and I didn't exactly get along, I did wonder if she was okay. A big part of my knew she was. But there was always that chance that she wasn't. "How about you? Do you have any siblings?"

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"A few months ago. I had two other siblings that were here. I don't know where Violet, my older sister has been stationed. But my brother got killed in action three years ago." I said and sighed. "So it's just my parents at home now. Other than being here, I don't think I've missed out on much either."

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"Well I'm glad it wasn't anything worse. You're really lucky." I said and patted the spot next to mine, letting him know it was okay for him to sit next to me. "So how did you end up here.... In the war?" I asked curiously. I had no clue how long the ride would be, so we might as well get a conversation started. " I don't mean to sound nosy with all the questions, by the way."

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"Oh..." I knew what he was talking about when he tripped on someone. He fell over a body just like I did. "Well it's a good thing you made it back on time. I had to convince the driver that you were nearby. Good thing you actually were." I said with a sort of awkward laugh. Looking up at him, I noticed a bandage around his arm. "You got hurt." I nodded towards it. "Is it a burn from all the bombs or did you get shot?" I asked. He seemed to look ok. I guessed it wasn't anything too serious.

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I jumped, opening my eyes to see Sam leaning in front of me. "Thanks." I gave him a small smile. "Good to see you too." I sat up and moved my feet off of the seat just in case he wanted to sit down. "How'd you get so far behind?" I asked, tilting my head. "I could've sworn you were right behind us the whole time."

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I noticed we were now heading down a dirt road through some trees. We had to be going to another base. I mean, where else would he take us? Since I was sitting alone, I leaned my back against the window side and propped my feet up on the seat. I crossed my arms over my chest, leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. I figured if I took a nap, we'd be at our destination when I woke up. Hopefully we would get there soon.

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"Slow down!" I yelled from the back of the bus. The guy in the isle had scrambled back to his seat. I could see a small light ahead. We were almost out. He sped up some more and I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I opened them and we were out of the tunnel, but still going fast. We hit a sharp turn and I fell out of my seat, a long with the rest of the people that were sitting on the right side of the bus. The bus began to slip and slide until we came to a final stop.
"Y'all alright?" He said, turning around and looking back at us. I groaned, rubbing my head and pulling myself back up in my seat. One of the soldiers began to curse at him and call him all types of names. The driver ignored him and slowly started to take off again.

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I noticed we were about to go through a tunnel. "Alright. Hang on." The driver's voice echoed through tiny speakers that were lined along the ceiling of the bus. "Might get a little bumpy.... And dark." He finished and I sat up. Just a few seconds later, the bus was black. The only light came from the headlights of the bus that peered in front of it. I could hear groans and occasionally a tiny 'eep' whenever we hit a big bump. It had been at least ten minutes in the tunnel and I was dreading it.
"When are we going to be outta here?" I raised my voice loud enough so the driver could hear me. He didn't respond. He just slowly began to speed up.
"Whoa dude. Slow down or you're gonna get us all hurt... Or worse, killed." Someone towards the front of the bus said. He was now walking towards the driver. I clenched the bottom of my seat, trying to hold onto anything that could keep me still. This guy was nuts!
"We'll be out of here soon." The drivers voice echoed through the speakers again. We hit another bump. This time I jumped so high in my seat, my head hit the ceiling of the bus. I wasn't the only one. The soldier who was walking towards the driver was now on the floor in the isle. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

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Still gripping to my inhaler, I took another puff. My lungs were on fire but I'd be feeling better in a few. My asthma almost never bothered me so I didn't know how to treat myself properly since nothing ever happened. Stuffing my inhaler in my pocket, I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to take a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" The soldier who had grabbed me earlier asked me. I looked over to my left to see him. He had dark brown hair and facial stubble. I nodded at him. "Your face is red." He pointed.
"I'm fine. I'll be alright." I forced a smile. I really hoped my face wasn't red. I was starting to feel better already. At least that's what I tried to convince myself.
"Alright." He shrugged. "I won't worry about it then." He ran a hand through his hair.
I rolled my eyes and leaned my head on the window, looking out at the scenery or trees and gray skies as we drove.