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Gerard was in a daze. His entire life seemed to be going downhill and nothing seemed to be going right for him. The one person he had seemed to connect with and had given him someone to talk to had been taken out by a stray bullet that would have meant his own death if his new friend hadn't stood up in that fraction of a second before.
Gerard could still see the look on his face as he fell forward and his friend's words echoed in his head every time Gerard thought of him. The smile he had given him and the words of encouragement to go after everything he ever wanted haunted him. How could anyone survive in this place and not go crazy?
Christmas had come and gone and even though there was no time for celebrating, a few of the guys in his bunk had managed to bring the holiday spirit into the makeshift home. Christmas Cards from loved ones had been proudly displayed and Gerard envied them.
He hadn't heard from Naomi since he arrived and he knew now that he had been too forward with her and on many nights he had to force himself not to grab her letters. He knew he was holding on to something that just wasn't there. How could he have been so wrong? Why had he made a fool of himself by saying those things to her?
It was apparent to him now, three months after arriving in this god-forsaken place, that Naomi didn't feel the same for him. But what about her last letter? His mind taunted him. She had said she cared, didn't she?
Gerard stretched out on his cot, looking at the drab green ceiling of the tent as the clamor of his bunkmates went on around him. With much practice, he had finally managed to block them out. If he could only block out the sights and sounds around him, his life would be almost bearable.
"Hey, you listening to me?"
Gerard looked up as his cot was kicked and he really wished it weren't illegal to kill one of your own. Bert Mccracken had to be the biggest twit in the whole outfit. He was skinny, thick headed and a complete pain in the ass. "What do you want?" Gerard asked annoyed.
Bert looked down at Gerard, smiling as he sat up and glared at him. He loved picking on the boy. There was just something about him that screamed "easy target" and he didn't let any chance pass him by. "Oh, not much, Gee," Angel laughed reaching down and ruffling Gerard's hair until the long black locks were even more knotted than before.
Gerard wished with everything in him that he was strong enough to put Bert in his place. He had been spouting out that little nickname for two months now and some of the others had even adopted it. It wasn't so much as the name that irked him as the man who came up with it. He disliked Bert with a passion and there wasn't a day that went by that the two hadn't shared a few unfriendly words.
The smile on Bert's face made Gerard roll his eyes before he decided to just ignore him. That was what Ray had told him to do and most of the time it worked. Today didn't look to be one of those days. Lying back down, Gerard rolled to his side and stared at the tent wall as the noise around him continued. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would soon take him over.
Gerard could still see the look on his face as he fell forward and his friend's words echoed in his head every time Gerard thought of him. The smile he had given him and the words of encouragement to go after everything he ever wanted haunted him. How could anyone survive in this place and not go crazy?
Christmas had come and gone and even though there was no time for celebrating, a few of the guys in his bunk had managed to bring the holiday spirit into the makeshift home. Christmas Cards from loved ones had been proudly displayed and Gerard envied them.
He hadn't heard from Naomi since he arrived and he knew now that he had been too forward with her and on many nights he had to force himself not to grab her letters. He knew he was holding on to something that just wasn't there. How could he have been so wrong? Why had he made a fool of himself by saying those things to her?
It was apparent to him now, three months after arriving in this god-forsaken place, that Naomi didn't feel the same for him. But what about her last letter? His mind taunted him. She had said she cared, didn't she?
Gerard stretched out on his cot, looking at the drab green ceiling of the tent as the clamor of his bunkmates went on around him. With much practice, he had finally managed to block them out. If he could only block out the sights and sounds around him, his life would be almost bearable.
"Hey, you listening to me?"
Gerard looked up as his cot was kicked and he really wished it weren't illegal to kill one of your own. Bert Mccracken had to be the biggest twit in the whole outfit. He was skinny, thick headed and a complete pain in the ass. "What do you want?" Gerard asked annoyed.
Bert looked down at Gerard, smiling as he sat up and glared at him. He loved picking on the boy. There was just something about him that screamed "easy target" and he didn't let any chance pass him by. "Oh, not much, Gee," Angel laughed reaching down and ruffling Gerard's hair until the long black locks were even more knotted than before.
Gerard wished with everything in him that he was strong enough to put Bert in his place. He had been spouting out that little nickname for two months now and some of the others had even adopted it. It wasn't so much as the name that irked him as the man who came up with it. He disliked Bert with a passion and there wasn't a day that went by that the two hadn't shared a few unfriendly words.
The smile on Bert's face made Gerard roll his eyes before he decided to just ignore him. That was what Ray had told him to do and most of the time it worked. Today didn't look to be one of those days. Lying back down, Gerard rolled to his side and stared at the tent wall as the noise around him continued. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would soon take him over.
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