184 FIRE AWAY

TWO WEEKS LATER

My aims were getting better, I'm not sure how many days had passed but every day, I was taken to this room and for two hours, I was told to shoot these targets. There was a timer on the wall and that was the only way I knew that two hours passed everyday. I was getting better, it felt like I already knew all this, how to shoot, how to aim. Had I done this before? Blurry, surreal images of dark rooms appeared momentarily in front of my eyes at times, a few people with me, I seemed to be shooting someone, b-Oikawa? Was it? who was he?

I was loosing myself completely, that one was thing I knew for certain.