This is something new I've been working on. The idea came to me last night so I've been working on it all day. Just a bit of fun and imagination. Let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Inception- Christopher Nolan does.
Cobb aged 8
"YOU TAKE HIM! HE'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!"
"I DON'T WANT HIM, HE'S YOURS!"
"I'M LEAVING, HE'S STAYING HERE!"
"FINE! GO! I DON'T NEED YOU."
I didn't understand. It started out innocently enough, a normal family dinner, like we had everynight. The yelling and screaming usually came later in the evening, when I could go upstairs and hide under my blanket. I remember being scared. My mom ran upstairs and returned with a suitcase full of clothes and a passport. I ran to the door and tugged on her sleeve.
"Mommy, where are you going?"
She bent down to me and grabbed my arms.
"Listen sweetie. I'm...going away. I probably won't see you for a long time. Just remember, I love you, and don't let anyone every stop you from dreaming."
That was the last thing I ever heard from her. I screamed for her, I begged her to stay, I cried and cried, and held on to her. She just shook her head and pryed me off.
"Mommy! Don't leave me! Take me away too!"
She was gone for a while until I stopped screaming. The front door was still open, leaving a cold wind running through me. I wanted to run to her, I wanted to follow her, but I knew I would never catch up with the car. I was 8. Holding on to a teddy bear, I shut the door and slowly walked to the living room. My father was on the couch, smoking. I couldn't tell if he was crying or not. I remember walking over to him and sitting down next to him. The first thing he said to me.
"It's your fault." he whispered. He walked out of the room and went up stairs, leaving me in tears, wondering where my family had gone. I wanted my mom. I knew that she was never coming back. I wanted to kick, cry and scream. I wanted to break things, and break people. I held it all in. I held it all in for the next 7 years.
