The Flawed
Characters: John Rambo/ Sarah Miller
Chapter 1
" Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is an unfortunate side effect of all the things you have seen in battle, Mr. Rambo. You are not insane." The puce colored man was really starting to piss me off. He prescribed me 200 mg of Prozac to help with depression and night terrors. Every night they seem to get worse. Tonight was the worst in years.
I was tossing and turning. The smelly cigar smoking Vietcong general was standing over me again. This time he was brandishing my knife in front of my face. He set in the fire and slashed my face, chest and arms. I want to run and scream but I can't move.
I hear the faintest voice saying " John , John wake up."
But I am so scared that I grab my knife and jumped on top of her. "DON'T JOHN PLEASE!" Sarah screamed. Her eyes were pierced with terror and fear. I feel back down in disbelief. I couldn't believe that I almost killed my wife.
"John it is ok it was an accident." Sarah is so sweet but there isn't any excuse for what I just did to her.
"No it is not! Look at your arm!" A small cut dripped with crimson blood a result from this latest night terror."I told that it was an accident. It really was. I know you would never try to hurt me."
With her tiny hand she forces me back to bed ever so softly kissing my neck. " I love you John, but maybe you need to we need to see Dr. Agnew again it may help."
" I really don't want to see him again. He pisses me off and makes me feel like I'm fuckin insane."
"Baby you have to see him. It's not healthy to live like that. I am here for you. Please don't shut me out." Sarah pleaded with him. At this point John was so exhausted nothing Sarah said even registered.
" Good night Sarah. I love you"
" I love you too John."
Good night.