Welcome To The: BUNK

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           "You had another nightmare didn't you?" a soft voice floated into the small room, a firm soft whisper of a statement then a question. i already knew who the voice belonged to, i knew it all to well already, that was the scary relation. i didn't turn my head to meet his watchful dark stare, i could already see his reflection on the clear, half full bottle between my feet. Bruce's shadow froze before me, the shadowy head near my feet. i kicked a small pile of dust at it that gathered below my foot, the dust flaoted over to fall on his shadow.

"How did you find me?" i spun the bottle with one hand, watching the liquid swirl to the top and fall from the opening of the bottle's neck. little clear strong smelling puddles formed on my shoes,and on the dusty floor.

"Compound cameras. i saw your swaying image on my monitor, getting out of the elevator outside the gymnasium. you should be lucky it showed up only on my monitor" I picked up the bottle at the neck, and breathed in the burning flat liquid. I could feel my taste buds and buzzing worries fade away with each gulp of burning, watery, air. I pulled the bottle away slowly, my own breath hot and steamy.

"Hmm." i spun the bottle again, as his shadow began to move and shirk a little, form the flickering light in he hall outside the abounded room, holding on for dear life. as the light flickered on again, his shadow was a small puddle around dark worn shoes near me.

"shouldn't you be back at the monitors watching empty halls?" i looked up now to his his wide image already staring down. his hands shoved in the pockets of the small worn brown jacket from before, the hood puled up to cover his head.

"your drunk. you stink of that alcohol" he pointed out as he turned his head down away form me to his shoes, softly kicking at the dirt covered compound ground.

". . n-no" I let out a sore burning breath as i glanced down at the heavy weight in my other hand not gripping the neck of the bottle. The silver gleaming gun, glinted in the pale dim early morning clouded light from the large white bunk window before me. Bruce bent down and reached for the bottle his pale hand caught the very dim early light coming thru the small cracks in the large window on the opposite wall, blocking the dim light from my view. the ripples of light escaping between the space of his reaching fingers.

"Don't." my legs came to close around the bottle to keep it close, to protect it form his reaching hand. at least i could protect a glass bottle of soothing liquid form something. i dropped the safety triggered gun to the cold floor, deprivation of rest making gravity weight down even heavier on my body. Bruce's hands retreated back up, light coming back to hit my eyes thru a growing crack with age.

"talk to me Clare" Bruce whispered.  A calm early silence floated over the cluttered abounded room, as Bruce stood in the small room and i sat on a grim, dust covered  concert floor, facing the window that gave a moral image of support and life on the other side.

". . . i did have another bad dream" i answered. Turning my head back down, unable to meet his watchful gaze. Speaking to him about night terrors, memories, and even the bunk as times had become easier to speak about without chocking up. Even if that was all somewhat easier, trying to talk about that. . ."indoctrination panorama assessment" assessment from the doctors was very diffcult when my very own self cant even peice it together.

"Is there some-something wrong-wrong with me Bruce?" I whispered, some of my words sounding slurred even in my own ears. My gaze trailed over my hands and then rested on the glinting weapon, as a familiar burning sensation pocked the back of my tried eyes. 

"Yes, but it's the same thing that's wrong with all of us" he stated bluntly. I shoock my swimming head, moving my gaze from my trembling hands.
How easily, how easily it had been to fire the weapon. Bruce moved stepping over the up raised floor pipe as he came further into the old abounded room. The clouded dull sunshine from the window was spread over everything. You could clearly see the dust particles floating in the air, and the sparkling cobwebs hanging from the unfinished ceiling. Bruce came and sat besides me, a cloud of bust sprang up around him. The dum dark blue light turning brown for a a moment befrore clearing up.