A/N: I loved Chronicle. So I wrote this because I have so much feelings for my bb Detmer.
I had made Andrew's father his stepfather here. I hope that's okay. :)
I disclaim.
Andrew Detmer adored flying.
When he was younger, a boy of Childhood Kingdom, he always dreamt of the same dream. He dreamt of the clouds and how they would look when he would stare at them – light and heavy. Life was a piece of cherry pie then; Karen Detmer and her little boy lived happily – their smiles used to stretch as wide as the sky, their laughter tickling the ceiling of their home. Andrew Detmer was a cheerful kid, trekking through life until he found the dreadful – yet expected – destination all young humans would have to reach.
Adolescence.
When Andrew Detmer turned sixteen, his mother remarried the – later – wrong man. Andrew's stepfather, Richard, shifted in his life easily, appearing one day and reappearing the next. In the beginning, he understood why she began to go out with the man; he was a gentleman, caring and listening, sending her gifts and knowing the right time. But then everything evolved into something else. Andrew tolerated the abuse – it was shown in a tiny amount at first – because he had never seen his mother happier.
But during his last year in high school, Andrew Detmer suffered more than ever. Society stomped on him more. He was lonely, isolated in space and time as he continued to hear and see his mother's illness taking over her. He was beaten both at school and home, and he started to learn how to take it all while being silent.
And then a miracle happened.
He wanted to let it out, to shout to the heavens, uncaring and free and not anymore so trapped. He felt like a bird, his wings spread out, in flight, gliding through the wind. He also felt like a jet, drilling through the flood of white cotton candy. And for once, maybe – just maybe, he felt the downpour of happiness rain on him till he was in an ocean of joy, a nirvana.
So, he shouted. The sound of it running across the sky. The stellar chasm of emotions surfacing, rushing to the hair on his skin.
Andrew Detmer was happy at the moment, drinking in his time and letting the worries drown away. But Andrew Detmer was also a ticking time bomb, anxious, sad, and mad. He was not a bad person, but something was brewing inside him, and he wasn't sure of it.