"...H..honey..."
A soft voice called out.
"D...wyer...honey"
The voice became clearer, as his eyes began to open this young male saw the face of his mother...her pale beautiful skin...pale blue hair...there was no mistaking it. Her face showed kindness, concern, discipline...but above all else...love.
It was almost angelic.
"Dwy..er"
The voice seemed to become more agitated.
"Dwyer..."
More desperate and angry
"Dwyer"
Now it sounded more...male?
"DWYER!"
His eyes actually shot open this time, the harsh light of day making him recoil and hold a pillow to the side of his face.
"DWYER! GET UP!"
He looked up, that face...was now replaced by the scowling spiteful face of his father.
That's right...it had been a week to the day since his mother had passed away from an accident, the details of which he did not know not did he want to. The point is that image...was something he didn't want to see. Yes he missed his mother dearly...but how could he hold onto her when the same thing is what drove his father to...well...
"YOU'RE LATE! YOU'RE SO USELESS!"
His voice harsher and more coarse than Dwyer remembered...probably the result of staying up most the night drinking wine and sobbing. It had been like that for this whole week...more wine and sobbing...followed by bouts of anger and verbal abuse. Nothing physical though, he had to give his old man that. No matter how angry or upset...he was still his son...right? But those words did not help with his self confidence, or lack there of.
His mother...flora, was a kind woman. She always was there when his father showed off his superior tea pouring skills...she'd always tell him 'I think tea poured with love is better than one poured with intent to show'. Smart...wise...beautiful...kind...yet stern, she was a literal angel on this earth. But all good things...must come to an end. In all honestly...he was still in denial...he couldn't take the fact she was dead. He hadn't been to school in a week, but without something to distract himself he couldn't keep his mind off...well anyway he was going to school today.
With no further abuse to spew Jakob and his tangled mess of dirty white hair, mostly from the state he put himself in, left the room.
As he got up the sun blared against his fair skin, his pale blue hair shining like snow on a fresh winters morning. Dwyer picked up his School uniform and slowly dressed, the morning due clinging to his eyelids and making them heavy.
Next was his phone, gods he actually hadn't checked it all this time? Probably because he was too scared to even see what people were saying to him...well if there was a time to face his demons it was now.
The time, 9:30am. An hour late...oh well, he'd probably make second period. Next the notifications. In all honesty not that many.
A few were from friends and the such
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Kana: Dwyer, you didn't come to school. Is something wrong? Mama won't tell me.
Sophie: Hey...dad told me what happened, you need to talk?
Ignatius: My mother was close to yours so...I can only imagine how it's affecting you, seeing her like this is heartbreaking enough. Text back, ok?
Asugi: Naps, I...I'm not good at this...just know I'm here for ya yeah?
)
The usual names, it was...touching at least, but he wanted to push it all out of his mind. But...one name came up he wasn't suspecting.
(
Soliel: Heya buddy! I know things might be rough, but never stop smiling! Uh...or smile at all really.
)
Smile?! Those words...honestly set a off a fire in him. He knew soliel was the type to smile at everything but smiling in a time like this? Can't a man just be miserable for a bit?
Gods, this really was getting to him...no...he won't let it. Stop thinking about it...Soliel meant well, she's just concerned.
The mad ramblings of this youth were cut off by his stomach growling.
"Oh right...breakfast."
/ AAAAAND that's a prologue done! Leave a review and tell me what you think or what I could improve on!