Carry my Legacy

Carry my Legacy - chapter 11

Uh oh... she'd understand what I did was necessary, right? After all, she did suddenly and very violently start bashing the door in when I wasn't expecting it. What did she think I was gonna do? Stand there and not attempt to defend myself? 

My thoughts were like a difficult game of scrabble. 

She lays there, holding her cheek with the palm of her hand as blood spills out of the corners of her mouth. She pants as she shuffles her legs closer to her stomach in a panicked manner. I didn't see this ending well. 

"Syiah... if it's one thing I didn't expect you to do, it's bang on the door that ferociously with your typa arms. Secondly, burst in here hollering my name when you know I can beat your ass if you attempt to lay any kind of harmful molecule on me." I sternly confirmed.

"Bella, what did you do to me?" She was now slowly rising off the ground, her arms shaking as she used them to support her. 

"I don't know where any of that bizarre shit came from. We're only but mere humans, so how do you suppose I did it?" I sassed.

She was now fully standing. Her brows steadily furrowed, and her eyes fierce with anger. She stood firmly like she was made of pure steel.  I wasn't worried, but only a little concerned for the sole purpose of Syiah never being able to be this stern and assertive. 

She took slow, careful steps as she makes her way towards me. I could see the hesitance setting ablaze in her eyes, growing more worrisome with each assertive step she committed herself to take. 

"I don't wanna hurt you, but if I have to, I won't think twice." I took 2 slow cautious steps backwards hoping she'd make a move. 

"Tomorrow," she finally managed words. "We finally get to stride and stretch our pride like elastic going forth! This time, we get to see bloodshed, tears of our comrades, battle cries, and the weeps of what we sow." With each pronunciation of the letters in what she said, she punched them with an agitated tone of voice, straining her vocals with the rapines of her throat.

She exerted herself, pacing only her heart into calming down and hoping the compression of each beat would withdraw itself to save her sanity. Thaw might her anger, but memories of nightmares stay.

"Formation into the real world. Concerning ourselves with the matters outside of what we know," I paused to swallow the upcoming splurge of rage attempting to fighting it's way out of my throat  "Finding ourselves at the mouth of everyone's fears, or finding ourselves a way to survive. It's like rolling dice, the chances of getting what you're hoping for count on chance and how you consider your actions to be. Portray yourself by the consequences you give."

The front lines. The most dangerous position to play a part in when it comes to death. Chances are things you take and give, some better, some worse. Just because the chance is there doesn't mean you should take it.

I cleared my throat hoping to get rid of the comments I could've sent with daggers through hearts.  

I looked at her with intensity daggering through my eyes. I grunted and pushed through her pacing out of the room, sending Syiah pounding through a wall.

I trudged through the hall, passed the mess hall, and forwards out of the barracks. My vision suddenly became increasingly blurry with every swaying, heavy movement my body made. My eyes started to shut slowly, leaving me with a migraine and a head full of questions. 

My eyes opened here and there, trying to grasp the chances of what this feeling could be. 

Syiah came out of the barracks, spotted me hunched over on the ground, and took herself over to me.