justcallmebillie

“Your weight is your problem. You lean too far back and put all the weight into your ass. Stand like this, push your weight into your ankles, anchor yourself into the ground and angle yourself forward. Move over here, feet right there. Now try.” The barracks were situated on the West Wing of the base, an indoor alley allowing many of its KURE inhabitants and soldiers to practice with their choice of weapon. The Springfield XD fit snugly in the flesh of my right palm and molded PVC of the fingers on my left, its weight balancing in my arms and stance as my teacher re-positioned me. I met his dark green eyes for confirmation, and t

My mind refused to let me rest that night. It raced in circles as a new level of anxiety I had never experienced before took hold. I laid awake, finding myself worried for my teacher as I could hear him rustling around all night after we had gone our separate ways. The loud rumble of the old diesel engine came on at around 2 in the morning before eventually disappearing in the distance. Taylor was always the one that needed some form of space, but he had never left in the middle of the night. I sympathized with him however, after all, we had both lost our families. My father was a ghost, or so I had presumed and I missed my mother, the only o

Taylor constricted the muscles in his throat, swallowing down each bout of nausea that had cursed him on the elevator ride to the parking lot, resorting to rubbing the pressure point on his wrist until he was able to reach ground level and head out to his truck. He jogged quickly, hardly making it to his truck when he choked on the acids bittering his tongue, braced his hand on the front bumper and vomited in the bushes. He finished, and coughed and spit the remains, gripped his cramping abdomen and lowered himself onto the curb beside his car. He was shaking, his blood sugar had dropped and the nerves of the previous conversation caught up