Post by chimera on Nov 22, 2009 20:55:13 GMT -5
Another day living my pathetic life.
The thought seemed to echo through the almost-forgotten halls, as Kit called it, over the subway tunnels. He merely walked down the tracks, not afraid of anything coming from miles. He stepped across one of the tracks to find a gravel-like undercoat beneath the high-tech tracks for the subway, as he knelt down and ran his slender fingers through the small and assorted pebbles. He let them slide through his fingers and eventually fall back to the ground, only to be picked up again to be let down, or maybe even stepped on. This seemed like the story of his life. To get back up to once again be pushed down, and walked all-over. But, he was not looking for anyone's sympathy, nor pity. He did not take people's tears or sadness for him, but of course, he was rarely fought out to be socialized with. In the end, many have coo'd over him and wanted to bring him into their homes. He did not need their bribes.
Instead of continuing on the dark and never-ending pathway, he padded over to the side as he sat down in the gravel, and stirred his fingers in it, forming pictures and figments of his imagination. A heart or two, maybe some stick-figures to show a happy family also complete with close friends. A life he dreamed of having, but never would. To make matters worse, he was burdend with a power unlike any other, which turned him to a freak and social outcast. Of course the secret was hidden from others, but he himself knew that he would be a freak or demon of nature. Born with strange-ways.
Kit sighed a sorrowful sigh, as he huddled his knees close to his chest and wrapped his lengthy arms around them as he carressed them for warmth. At times like this, he would be happy for someone to come and just hold him. Not letting go and leaving him behind, abandoned, like some others had. Most of all, he missed his parents. He would forever remember waking up in their arms as they burned away and screamed dreadfully. It haunted his nightmares till this day, and he wish he could go back in time and stop them from dying a horrid death. It should have been him. That's what he always told himself; it should have been him that was left in the house as they manage to escape. It was his fault they died, and he didn't even help them, due to being shocked with fright at the woeful moment.
Rather short;
Open to anyone.
The thought seemed to echo through the almost-forgotten halls, as Kit called it, over the subway tunnels. He merely walked down the tracks, not afraid of anything coming from miles. He stepped across one of the tracks to find a gravel-like undercoat beneath the high-tech tracks for the subway, as he knelt down and ran his slender fingers through the small and assorted pebbles. He let them slide through his fingers and eventually fall back to the ground, only to be picked up again to be let down, or maybe even stepped on. This seemed like the story of his life. To get back up to once again be pushed down, and walked all-over. But, he was not looking for anyone's sympathy, nor pity. He did not take people's tears or sadness for him, but of course, he was rarely fought out to be socialized with. In the end, many have coo'd over him and wanted to bring him into their homes. He did not need their bribes.
Instead of continuing on the dark and never-ending pathway, he padded over to the side as he sat down in the gravel, and stirred his fingers in it, forming pictures and figments of his imagination. A heart or two, maybe some stick-figures to show a happy family also complete with close friends. A life he dreamed of having, but never would. To make matters worse, he was burdend with a power unlike any other, which turned him to a freak and social outcast. Of course the secret was hidden from others, but he himself knew that he would be a freak or demon of nature. Born with strange-ways.
Kit sighed a sorrowful sigh, as he huddled his knees close to his chest and wrapped his lengthy arms around them as he carressed them for warmth. At times like this, he would be happy for someone to come and just hold him. Not letting go and leaving him behind, abandoned, like some others had. Most of all, he missed his parents. He would forever remember waking up in their arms as they burned away and screamed dreadfully. It haunted his nightmares till this day, and he wish he could go back in time and stop them from dying a horrid death. It should have been him. That's what he always told himself; it should have been him that was left in the house as they manage to escape. It was his fault they died, and he didn't even help them, due to being shocked with fright at the woeful moment.
Rather short;
Open to anyone.