Life Goes On

Time to call (7)

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Damn you would think it would be easy to pick up a phone." I whispered to no one in particular. I knew I was mad about nothing. So what, he couldn't answer the phone, he's out there saving lives.

"Hello?" A heavily American accented voice said over the phone. For a second I froze up before replying.

"Hey, uh, Sargent Davis! I'm sorry I shouldnt Of called you. It's no big deal." I close off immediately, not even sure why I decided to call my old sarge in the first place.

"What? No, lou, it's fine. What's going on?"
I pace back and forth, running my hand through my hair nervously.

"Sarge, I don't know how to fix myself. Im not the same person I was. You said it would hit me, all the wounds I let scarred over, not trying to fix. I have the nightmares and I thrash around and scream and cry. It's all so real in the dream." I confess. It was always easy opening up to him. Way easier then opening up to Harry.

"I cant talk about it. What I did over there. I don't want to see the fear or anger in Harry's eyes."

"Where's harry now?" Sarge questions. I can here him yell at someone before coming back to the phone and say "sorry, what was that?"

"I'm not sure, something along the lines of a photo shoot I think. It's dumb." I sigh. I'm mad at the world and Harry gets the worse end of the stick.

"Why do you sound so mad?" Davis asked.

To be honest, I dont know. I don't know what's wrong with me. Harry is perfect and my life is perfect and I couldnt be happier.

But what happened over there killed me. Not literally, but it may of been better if it did.

"I dont know what to do any more Sargent. I'm so sad."

"You always were Lou. Ever since the day I met you. You fought your depression harder then you fought actual people. You smiled through it all and you put a smile on everyone else's face. Maybe, maybe you should see a therapist. I know a really good one, all the guys go to him when they get discharged. It could do you good."

"What's his name?" I question, and then continue with "and the address?"

"His name is Mr. Julian, Brian Julian. Supper smart dude. I'll send you the address." I hear the smile in his voice so I cant help but asking,

"Your not surprised by me even agreeing to this? We all know I would never do it."

"But you are?"

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"Why are you being so distant today?" Harry sighs, dropping his hand from my cheek. I was trying, I really was.

"Why are you shoving your tongue down my throat today?" I retaliate. I shouldn't have said it, I knew I shouldn't have. But that's never stopped me before.

Flashback

"What do you mean, your gay!" My father yells, throwing my moms favorite coffee cup against the wall, not even two inches away from me.

"If you payed attention to me, you would know you fucker!" I scream back. I may only be 13, but I had a mouth.

"What did you call me!" He screams, hurling his body towards me. I have a punch delivered to my stomach, it knocked the breathe out of me but I refused to allow myself to fall. I stand firm until he punches my eye, causing the world to spin. I could hear mum crying and Lottie screaming at dad to stop.