A/N: It was going to annoy me until I wrote it, so here it is. It didn't take long, maybe a
half hour at most. I hope I've got the tone right. I hope I've got the facts right too. Please
r/r and let me know.
Opposites
They always were as different as children could be.
Fair and dark. Loud and quiet. Bolshy and reserved. One a do-er, one a watcher.
Dominant and recessive, I used to say.
Never, never in my life did I ever think I would have to use these words to divide my
children though - good and evil.
But I find these words, though harsh, now necessary.
When I walked out, they were still children. They still had time to grow, time to mature.
Time to become the adults I wanted them to be.
To be brought back into their lives at such a time as this gave a clear view of how things
had changed. Of how they had grown. How one had let the past fester, get the better of
her and warp her mind, and how one had come to terms with his demons and let his past
lie. Of how the strong had become the weak, and how the weak had risen to show his true
metal. He was the one that coped with the going got really tough.
But he's the one who's suffered. He's the one who has paid the ultimate price for his
sisters madness. And that shouldn't be. He gave his life for her. In trying to protect her, he
unwittingly laid his life on the line.
I wish I understood his loyalty. I don't. I can't. I can't begin to fathom why he would still
stay loyal, or be able to love, the monster his sister had become. He never was full of
surprises, so this all came as something of a shock.
I can't forgive her. I can't forgive her for bringing all this to bear of what was left of our
family. I know what her father put her through. I know. I wasn't strong enough to save
her, and she wasn't strong enough to save herself either so it seems. If she had killed me, I
wouldn't have minded. It seems only fitting, really, that I should fall victim to her. I wish
she hadn't had to kill all those other people, when the only one she really wanted was me.
Most of all, I wish my daughters insanity hadn't ended my sons life.
But there's no point wishing is there? I lost both my children the day I walked out and left
them. Only now, I can never get either of them back. I've lost one to an early grave and
one to madness and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.
half hour at most. I hope I've got the tone right. I hope I've got the facts right too. Please
r/r and let me know.
Opposites
They always were as different as children could be.
Fair and dark. Loud and quiet. Bolshy and reserved. One a do-er, one a watcher.
Dominant and recessive, I used to say.
Never, never in my life did I ever think I would have to use these words to divide my
children though - good and evil.
But I find these words, though harsh, now necessary.
When I walked out, they were still children. They still had time to grow, time to mature.
Time to become the adults I wanted them to be.
To be brought back into their lives at such a time as this gave a clear view of how things
had changed. Of how they had grown. How one had let the past fester, get the better of
her and warp her mind, and how one had come to terms with his demons and let his past
lie. Of how the strong had become the weak, and how the weak had risen to show his true
metal. He was the one that coped with the going got really tough.
But he's the one who's suffered. He's the one who has paid the ultimate price for his
sisters madness. And that shouldn't be. He gave his life for her. In trying to protect her, he
unwittingly laid his life on the line.
I wish I understood his loyalty. I don't. I can't. I can't begin to fathom why he would still
stay loyal, or be able to love, the monster his sister had become. He never was full of
surprises, so this all came as something of a shock.
I can't forgive her. I can't forgive her for bringing all this to bear of what was left of our
family. I know what her father put her through. I know. I wasn't strong enough to save
her, and she wasn't strong enough to save herself either so it seems. If she had killed me, I
wouldn't have minded. It seems only fitting, really, that I should fall victim to her. I wish
she hadn't had to kill all those other people, when the only one she really wanted was me.
Most of all, I wish my daughters insanity hadn't ended my sons life.
But there's no point wishing is there? I lost both my children the day I walked out and left
them. Only now, I can never get either of them back. I've lost one to an early grave and
one to madness and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.