Oscar & Finn
'Courage'- a mental health support group that meets every Tuesday at 7:50pm, without fail. It's there to help you through the good, the bad, and the ugly; no matter the circumstances.
At least that's what they advertise; I don't believ...
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Oscar's PoV
Wednesday 6th March 2019 0500 hours
It's barely morning but I'm awake. Sweat pours down from my aching forehead; a sharp flow of salty water dampening my neck. I breath heavily, chest moving erratically; my diaphragm pounding- contract, relax, contract, relax.
Another stream of water trickles down my face, only this time it's from my bloodshot eyes- the pain ricochetting like exploding bullets on a sandy plain.
I snap to attention, wiping away the trails of weakness and masking the phantom pain in my leg with another shot of painkillers.
My eyes are glazed, my vision so distorted I can barely see my hands lying one inch away from my face.
Said hands are shaking, reliving events far beyond my control- yet forcing the guilt onto me, securing it to my dreams like a vice.
Something cold grazes against my fingertips, a sharp contrast to the burning warmth of my pumping heart. I shoot up, staring straight into the eyes of my furry companion.
"Wuf"
Through bleary eyes, I nuzzle my heavy head into Tucker's fluffy fur; I'm a sucker for the warmth he provides.
Eventually, the tiny pills do their job and send my brain into a forced slumber; unable to numb the pain rooted deep into my soul.
Who was to blame?-
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Saturday 9th March 2019 0900 hours
My foot taps up and down, shaking and stuttering due to the uneven surface of the train. My stomach jolts, my breath deepening as I inspect the crumbling material of my seat.
A sharp screech sounds to my left, a sickeningly high noise made by the train slamming into the tracks.
Several more follow;the train slides to the right.
I try to not wince; longing to maintain an expression of pure strength.
I cough quietly and tangle my fingers into Tuckers long fur, grazing my hand gently along the curve of his strong spine. He lets out a little, 'wuf' in appreciation and I laugh- despite it all.
Rain pounds onto the top of the carriage- pinging off of the surface like small bullets. I look at the peeling posters all around me- desperate for some sort of distraction.
Something catches my eye.
It's an advertisement for some sort of horror film, with the title displayed in bold italics. It looks dreadful- as most films do nowadays- but hilarious at the same time.
