Freedom

By

Hannio

Disclaimer – None of the characters mentioned in the Drabble below belong to me in any way. I'm just using them.

Author Note – Just a small drabble to prove that I am still alive and writing and I will be updating my other stories soon.


He lived for nights like these when Leo would finally cave and allow them up to the surface to run along the rooftops. It would always be dark but somehow that never bothered him when he was with his brothers. It would have been different if he had been alone. Darkness symbolised nightmares to him, the same nightmares that plagued him when he was alone and had him crawling into one of the others bed in some desperate need of company. Company kept the darkness and the nightmares away, aloneness allowed them in to taunt and plague him until he felt like he was losing his mind and losing who he was.

He felt alive when he ran, that feeling of dread and horror releasing him from its grasp, unable to hold on as his happiness banished it, his arms and legs moving until they were almost blur as he outstripped his brothers leaving them behind him in a way he could never do when he was still, his heart pumping as his thoughts ran free. He felt free, no longer caved in by his brothers and father's expectations, free to be who he was.

He could never live without his brothers and yet if he was being honest with himself he knew he resented that need to be with them deep down inside, that feeling made him feel weak somehow, as though he wasn't worthy to be one of them. They had shown and proven before that they could cope without the support of the family unit but not him, he faltered at the thought of it, he would be the one left at home, forced to stay there waiting for them to return to him while they went on being free in a way he could only long for.

He was the youngest and so they treated him as that, refusing in their minds to see that their little brother had grown up and become a man, a man they would be proud of if they ever allowed themselves to look at him but they would never see that and he had given up hope that they would.

Still he had nights like this, running and he had the freedom that it gave him, the freedom to be who he really was and the hope that one day they would see him for what he was and not what they wanted him to be who be revived. Until then he would keep his thoughts to himself and just try and be what they needed him to be, something to protect.


Author Note – Few more of these to come! Hope you enjoyed it enough to review!