Strong Enough
Author Note: Be gentle, my first CNKND fic. It stars the Delightful Children From Down The Lane member who wears the football helmet. Please note, I've only seen a few episodes of the series so I might make mistakes.
I really shouldn't be thinking this. I've always been such a delightful child, such a good boy. So Why I am I thinking this? Why do I envy those brats the Kids Next Door?
I am Alfred, though not many people know my name, or the name of my siblings. We are always called Delightful Children From Down The Lane, we are never addressed to simply one of us, only to all of us. I have always gone along with this. I am the odd one out in some ways, always have been.
I wear a football helmet as often as possible, even though I don't play the horrid sport. I protects me from any possible head injury that is risked every moment of my life. I always speak at the exact same time as my siblings, and we are almost always together. That's another reason I wear the helmet, we have always been so alike we do the exact same thing at the exact same time. But sometimes....I don't smile when everyone else does, or do when no one else does. I come close to laughing at....well...it may be hard to believe, but sometimes I can barely stop myself from laughing out loud at one of those Kid Next Doors jokes. The helmet prevents anyone from seeing my slip ups.
I can't really complain about my life, I love my family. And I love what I am...most of the time. Sometimes I'll see the Kids Next Door, they have friends, they have individuality, they don't feel like outcasts. What am I saying?! I'm one of the Delightful Children From Down The Lane, those brats are my sworn enemies.
But they are not, really. They are my siblings sworn enemies, but I am the same as my siblings...right? I can't bear the idea of leaving my life behind, but.....I don't know if I can stand it much longer. I want to do things we never do! Go out for fast food, play something, make new friends, we can't do this forever.
I can't believe I'm thinking this, I am a Delightful Child...right? I don't need those things do I?
I really don't know anymore, I feel like I'm going mad. Please, somebody help me! Would anyone understand? I'm unique, I want to be unique, but who do I turn to? Certainly not my family, and the Kids Next Door would never help me. Maybe I should forget the whole thing....but I can't, I'll slip up someday, a big slip up. Then I won't be able to hide it anymore.
Soon I'll have to choose, my family or my freedom, and neither choice looks good. But, it's what I have to do, even if I can no longer be delightful, maybe in time my family will accept that.
I am a Delightful Children From Down The Lane, but not for much longer. Please, call me Alfred, cause soon I will do the hardest thing I've ever done. I just hope it's worth it, I just hope I'm strong enough to survive it.
Author Note: Be gentle, my first CNKND fic. It stars the Delightful Children From Down The Lane member who wears the football helmet. Please note, I've only seen a few episodes of the series so I might make mistakes.
I really shouldn't be thinking this. I've always been such a delightful child, such a good boy. So Why I am I thinking this? Why do I envy those brats the Kids Next Door?
I am Alfred, though not many people know my name, or the name of my siblings. We are always called Delightful Children From Down The Lane, we are never addressed to simply one of us, only to all of us. I have always gone along with this. I am the odd one out in some ways, always have been.
I wear a football helmet as often as possible, even though I don't play the horrid sport. I protects me from any possible head injury that is risked every moment of my life. I always speak at the exact same time as my siblings, and we are almost always together. That's another reason I wear the helmet, we have always been so alike we do the exact same thing at the exact same time. But sometimes....I don't smile when everyone else does, or do when no one else does. I come close to laughing at....well...it may be hard to believe, but sometimes I can barely stop myself from laughing out loud at one of those Kid Next Doors jokes. The helmet prevents anyone from seeing my slip ups.
I can't really complain about my life, I love my family. And I love what I am...most of the time. Sometimes I'll see the Kids Next Door, they have friends, they have individuality, they don't feel like outcasts. What am I saying?! I'm one of the Delightful Children From Down The Lane, those brats are my sworn enemies.
But they are not, really. They are my siblings sworn enemies, but I am the same as my siblings...right? I can't bear the idea of leaving my life behind, but.....I don't know if I can stand it much longer. I want to do things we never do! Go out for fast food, play something, make new friends, we can't do this forever.
I can't believe I'm thinking this, I am a Delightful Child...right? I don't need those things do I?
I really don't know anymore, I feel like I'm going mad. Please, somebody help me! Would anyone understand? I'm unique, I want to be unique, but who do I turn to? Certainly not my family, and the Kids Next Door would never help me. Maybe I should forget the whole thing....but I can't, I'll slip up someday, a big slip up. Then I won't be able to hide it anymore.
Soon I'll have to choose, my family or my freedom, and neither choice looks good. But, it's what I have to do, even if I can no longer be delightful, maybe in time my family will accept that.
I am a Delightful Children From Down The Lane, but not for much longer. Please, call me Alfred, cause soon I will do the hardest thing I've ever done. I just hope it's worth it, I just hope I'm strong enough to survive it.