Hey guys! I'm in a pretty depressed-ish mood today, and I whipped this up in about 20 minutes. I have to say, writing this made me feel a bit better. I wrote this while waiting for my writer's block to disperse for my other story-We're In This Together.
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine. If they were, I wouldn't be posting on here, I'd be writing out in the world and publishing comics. This is just for some fun.
This isn't my proudest piece of work, but what the heck.
Song is World So Cold by Three Days Grace.
I feel numbI can't come to lifeI feel like I'm frozen in time
It just happened out of no where. One minute, they were here, and the next they were gone. Stripped from him, and taken away to God-Only-Knows where . Now he had no one. No one but a sad excuse for an 'Uncle'.
Livin' in a world so cold, wasting awayLivin' in a shell with no soul since you've gone away
Livin' in a world so cold, counting the daysSince you've gone away, you've gone away.
The funeral was far too formal for his taste. No matter how hard Tony tried, the people in those caskets didn't look like his parents. Maybe it was just shock, or maybe he was just in denial. As he rode in the back of the limo with Obadiah, he reflected on the memories he had of them. There were too few of them for his liking. Why did they have to die when he'd barely been able to be with them for more than a few years?
I'm too young to lose my soul
I'm too young to feel this oldSo long, I'm left behind
I feel like I'm losing my mind
He felt far older than his mere seventeen years. Something this tragic makes a person grow up too fast, not mentioning Obadiah's constant pushing since the accident. Didn't he understand that Tony just wanted to be left alone to grieve in peace?
He felt empty. He felt like his heart had shriveled up and disappeared from inside him. Gone was the boyish attitude, replaced with cold menacing eyes that stared out of his emotionless face.
After spending a few hours under a downpour of rain in front of Howard and Maria Stark's newly dug graves, he returned to a place that no longer felt like home. His family had been taken from him, and just the sight of the place made him sick. Curled up with a few bottles of Jack Daniels and a few family photo albums by the fire, he drank until he couldn't feel anything. The void he had in his heart was no longer there when intoxicated. For the next several days, months even, this is how he would spend every night. Crying and drinking by the fireplace on the cold tile floor.
Livin' in a world so cold, wasting awayLivin' in a shell with no soul since you've gone away
Livin' in a world so cold, counting the days
Since you've gone away, you've gone away from me
Over the next few years, Tony's life changed drastically. He took over the company when he turned 21, and partook in casual sex and drinking almost daily. Not even he could recognize himself when he looked in a mirror.
For someone with so much wealth, he had nothing. No family to share his accomplishments with. Many times, he thought about suicide, but by the time he was going to pull the trigger, he was too drunk to even lift the barrel of the gun to his head.
I'm too young to lose my soul
I'm too young to feel this old
So long, I'm left behind
I feel like I'm losing my mind
Only years later would he find the one woman who made the world clear to him again. With her by his side, the world wasn't so cold anymore.
Well that's it. I know, it is short. But this is all I could come up with. Thanks for reading, please R&R!
XOXO, StarkObsessed.
P.S., I have about half of the next chapter written for We're In This Together!