What I to say? I witness him murdering everyone in my dreams. How he still thought we were in the war and- why the hell was I afraid to ask? I push him off of me. Looked him in the eye. Both of our eyes shining from the dark dim room. I never liked bright lights. Always hurt my eye. As if the other one didn't hurt enough.

"Yes. I did-... So was it a dream or not. I'm asking not as a friend but as your commanding officer. And I will have my answer.... Was that a dream? Or did you massacred everyone at that party?... Please I need answers. I need to know I'm not loosing my mind again."

He was a lost for words. Great, just what I needed. Even if he did so it's not like anyone remembers. I wake up and everyone is fine again. Like nothing happened. They all just go on about their lives... I'm not crazy. I haven't lost my mind yet. I grab onto his shirt and pulled him close. "Solider that is a damn order... DID YOU KILL THEM!?"

"YES!"

"...So it wasn't a dream?"

We both sat there still now. I had let go of his shirt. Neither of us making eye contact. I know Flippy. He was never the mean type and was always clumsy. I fact his old nickname was Clumsy on the battlefield. He was always way to sweet for war. Pretty sure if it wasn't for his father he'd never have theses poor PTSD trauma about the war.

"...Why doesn't anyone remember there death...but we do? This is the first time I've seen them die to you..."

"This ISN'T the first time I've done it ...But I promise!! This isn't me! i-I hate what I do! But everytime I hear, see, or even thing of anything that reminds me of the war... I loose control of everything. I wake up and everyone is dead. The first time it happened I was so scared. Everyone screamed and was afraid of me. I felt like a monster.... It's bad enough I'm treated like a monster based on my looks..."

"Ah, it's your trauma... That would explain what you said -"

"HE TALKED TO YOU??? DID HE HURT YOU? PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN'T KILL YOU!-"

"Don't interrupt me please... You weren't you are conscious yet you could speak... Split personality maybe? Defently away from reality. You address me as my rank and saw everyone one as the enemy... Do you take any medication?"

Flippy looked away and rubbed his arm. Nodding shamefully. Which made me sigh. "There's nothing to be ashamed for. I also take medication. Mostly prescribed painkillers, sleep meditation, anti anxiety pills. The nasty ones too. That give you a nasty taste in the back of your tongue...."

"....I-...I can't remember the name of the top of my head. I do know I take a lot ... Sometimes it works and yet sometimes it doesn't... I know it would be best for me to stay inside, but I missed out on so many things in my life that I'm trying to relive."

...that explains his extroverted personality. He was always a social butterfly. While I was more of a distant moth.

"...I'm I going to jail?"

"For what? Even if I wanted to no one even remembers you killing them... So, no. I can't. Don't worry."

Flippy looked more anxious now. Grabbing my shoulders. Shaking me. "WHAT IF I DO IT AGAIN! YOU HAVE TO LOCK ME UP! HE'LL HURT YOU TOO-" I slapped him. Trying to get him to pull himself together. My tired eye staring at him. "Get a grip solider. You'll be fine.... I'll just have to get a better view on you... But I'm more concerned how everyone can just die and come back with zero memory. Yet we remember... Why do you suppose that is?"

It took him a minute to think. Mostly I believe it's because I just slapped him and it made his face turn red for a bit...for some reason? "...I barley die in theses dreams. Then again I'm mostly the one doing the killing. But there are times I do die. Very painful ones. As for you.... I've never seen you die once. Well maybe that time where you-"

"Okay that's enough... It's getting late ... I have work in a a few hours and I have to get up thanks to me being the new chief... It's still early so you can sleep on the couch... If you somehow try to kill me in my sleep just no I'm a very light sleeper and I sleep with a MK48 under my bed. So, don't worry. I'm not afraid of you. You may be taller but you're still my soldier. Sweet dreams, Philips."

Okay that was mean. I don't even know why I'm going back to sleep. These sleeping pills don't even do the job fully. Let me go find some blankets and pillows for him. It's the least I can do. I don't mean to sound or look mean. Maybe I should do group therapy or something? Nah that's not happening.

I came back to him with pillows and blankets. Giving him a quick apology and that I'll be staying up for a bit until I go to work. Wanting him to at least get some rest. He actually seemed relaxed and all right with this. I don't even know why I fucked him in. I didn't care. It kept him content. He actually fell a sleep quickly... Poor man.

I rub his head. Brushing through some strands of hair on his head. Trying to soothe him at least... He is not a monster. There has to be something behind this. Like what the fuck is going on?? I'm not a detective but I'm sure as hell about to be one. I'm going to have to be discreet about it. I don't want people thinking I'm losing my mind or playing with them.

Maybe work will take my mind off of this. I should really get a shower and get dressed... After some breakfast though -

Sadly that wasn't going to be happening. I felt my arm get yanked and dragged to the bed. Being squeezed and held tight like a doll. "Flippy, let go of me." I ordered him. Just to hear the fant sound of him snoring. The back of my neck getting warm from his breath and lips inches from it. I was now red in the face. He's so lucky he's fucking asleep....

But this did feel nice...

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