Quiet Nights

"So how do you feel after everything that he did to you?" he whispered. The sky was dark, the moon was the only source of light out.

"Think of a bullet." I whispered back.

"Why?" he responded.

I shifted my eyes from the sky to look at him. "Bullets hurt. They tear you apart." Everything was quiet, the night was still.
"I feel like I have a bullet in my heart, and just when I'm about to take it out, it goes deeper inside and it tears me apart more."