room. There was no time to get all of my
sister’s desk and pulled out all the
other stuff, but it was okay because I got
drawers until I saw the silver gleam of the
what I needed. The fire was climbing up
item I was looking for. Yes. It’s still here. I
the stairs two at a time and eating
pulled out the pen. I was afraid
everything in its path, leaving the
something so small might have gotten
window as my only option for escape.
lost but here it was in my hand. I couldn’t
Luckily these two stories weren’t that
help but visualize the moment I
high, and I flung myself out the window
borrowed the pen from him, and how
as one final explosion engulfed the rest
that sparked something between us.
of the house in flames.
With one final look, I put the pen in my pocket and hurried out the
A Band-Aid for GSW by M.D. Olayoe “LOOK ME IN THE EYES,
her. I search her face for any signs of
Jason! Look me in the eyes and tell me
weakness, but I’m met with sore red
that you didn’t push that girl off the
eyes, a runny nose, and pain. I don’t
roof!” she screams, tears running down
want her to feel this way because of me,
her face. But I can’t even lift my head
broken and terrified, over something that
up.
she didn’t even do.
“No, April. I didn’t push the girl off the
“Jason, don’t you stand here and lie to
roof,” I sigh, my back turned towards her.
my face! Just tell me the truth please and
I start to walk out the room, hoping she
we can just talk about this.” She would
will leave it at that, but knowing my
say anything to get me to open up to
defiant little sister, she will probably
her. She always puts my feelings before
continue this conversation until early
hers and enforces the fact that between
morning. She places her hand on my
us, communication is key. But I can’t, not
shoulder and spins me around to face
with this. I remain silent and stare into
Fiction 5
one more thing. I made my way to my
