wow ... i wanted to try this to chanel my sadness ... it worked.
ok dont expect this to be extremely awesome, im only just starting showing people my stuff so it might be kinda stinky....if you wanna rewiew this you can help me improve...
btw i dont own hp or anything involved with it....i only own my own little hands...tee hee
~c
he had always been weak. no one ever knew it. whenever they saw him he was standing tall, glaring at something. he conquered whatever he glanced at and ruled whatever he wasted more than 3 seconds of his precious time staring at.
it was a shell.
a protective layer to keep from hurting his family.
he should have known that they couldnt be hurt.
she would watch children die. she would kill them. and she would laugh. he would stand in doorways, watching her wreak death. the little one that he had half created, he would torture animals. and he would watch him from the window, spreading pain, and fear.
and the one day he had had enough, the day he came home and looked at his blood covered clothes. he saw all the suffering in the world. he felt all the curses he had ever cast, heard all the burning words he had ever spit, and he couldnt take it.
he leaned, slumped, breathing hard, in the doorframe, panting, crying, clear droplets running down his perfect face, landing on the beautifuly done floor to mix with the blood of his victims.
and she came in. and didnt notice him. she always ignored him, she had other things to care about. not him. never him. and besides, had he ever needed to be cared about before?
then he came in. the little one who he had half created. he noticed him. he was always watching, was he looking for a fault? or was he looking for a new sneer to try out? something to mimic? did he really look up to him as much as everyone had always said?
he looked at this man, this snake just out of its skin, and he stared.
after he stared, he laughed. and laughed. and laughed until he ran out of breath. he stared at him and shook his head, still laughing. he laughed at this man who stood there, exposing himself to be human. he made a remark, possibly some sneering, joking thing he had before used on a weak peer. but he didnt know. he couldnt hear. his sons laughter was ringing in his head.
over and over.
but it stopped. when he coudnt bear it anymore, it stopped. and so did his sons laughter.
he stared at his father, shivering on the floor, and walked over to him.
did he finally understand? did he feel the same pain he felt?
he stood over his father, shaking. shaking? with what?
he stood over his father. and kicked him.
he kicked him in the side, with a straight leg and a straight face.
and it hurt.
he had been through worse in his work for his Lord, he has been cursed until he could no longer stand, control his muscles. but this hurt more. this weak, unmagical blow hurt more than a thousand curses. a million curses. he felt pain beyond pain and saw his sons face swimming above him. shaking with...anger?
"how could you betray me like this? all ive ever thought of you, you bring yourself down in a moment. i never knew you. i have never been like you. you have never been what i wanted to be. it was a shell."
he had always been weak. no one ever knew it. whenever they saw him he was standing tall, glaring at something. he conquered whatever he glanced at and ruled whatever he wasted more than 3 seconds of his precious time staring at. but when this he saw his father, his strong father lying on the floor, covered in blood, sobbing, he couldnt take it either.
he fell on his knees and began to cry.
he had always been weak. no one ever knew it. whenever they saw him he was standing tall, glaring at something. he conquered whatever he glanced at and ruled whatever he wasted more than 3 seconds of his precious time staring at.
it was a shell.
a protective layer to keep from hurting his family.
he should have known that they couldnt be hurt.
she would watch children die. she would kill them. and she would laugh. he would stand in doorways, watching her wreak death. the little one that he had half created, he would torture animals. and he would watch him from the window, spreading pain, and fear.
and the one day he had had enough, the day he came home and looked at his blood covered clothes. he saw all the suffering in the world. he felt all the curses he had ever cast, heard all the burning words he had ever spit, and he couldnt take it.
he leaned, slumped, breathing hard, in the doorframe, panting, crying, clear droplets running down his perfect face, landing on the beautifuly done floor to mix with the blood of his victims.
and she came in. and didnt notice him. she always ignored him, she had other things to care about. not him. never him. and besides, had he ever needed to be cared about before?
then he came in. the little one who he had half created. he noticed him. he was always watching, was he looking for a fault? or was he looking for a new sneer to try out? something to mimic? did he really look up to him as much as everyone had always said?
he looked at this man, this snake just out of its skin, and he stared.
after he stared, he laughed. and laughed. and laughed until he ran out of breath. he stared at him and shook his head, still laughing. he laughed at this man who stood there, exposing himself to be human. he made a remark, possibly some sneering, joking thing he had before used on a weak peer. but he didnt know. he couldnt hear. his sons laughter was ringing in his head.
over and over.
but it stopped. when he coudnt bear it anymore, it stopped. and so did his sons laughter.
he stared at his father, shivering on the floor, and walked over to him.
did he finally understand? did he feel the same pain he felt?
he stood over his father, shaking. shaking? with what?
he stood over his father. and kicked him.
he kicked him in the side, with a straight leg and a straight face.
and it hurt.
he had been through worse in his work for his Lord, he has been cursed until he could no longer stand, control his muscles. but this hurt more. this weak, unmagical blow hurt more than a thousand curses. a million curses. he felt pain beyond pain and saw his sons face swimming above him. shaking with...anger?
"how could you betray me like this? all ive ever thought of you, you bring yourself down in a moment. i never knew you. i have never been like you. you have never been what i wanted to be. it was a shell."
he had always been weak. no one ever knew it. whenever they saw him he was standing tall, glaring at something. he conquered whatever he glanced at and ruled whatever he wasted more than 3 seconds of his precious time staring at. but when this he saw his father, his strong father lying on the floor, covered in blood, sobbing, he couldnt take it either.
he fell on his knees and began to cry.