The ceiling is caving in. Once again, I am helpless to stop what my father has started. The plan was working so well. He would have been proud of me, even if it was to be my undoing. Damn that weather bitch. Damn her for taking him away, taking away my chance. All I had to do was listen to him. All I had to do was show that son of a bitch professor what was wrong with the world and he would have been proud of me. I gave up everything, to be what he wanted. I am prone and helpless, with a tube inside my skull, just to make him happy. What I wouldn't give to have him smile at me. Just once. Then I could die here, perfectly content. The water is flowing in quickly, faster than I thought it would. I'm underground, I tend to forget. I suppose that I'm getting what I deserve. After all, I am rather useless. A genetic mistake and an evolutionary flaw. I killed my own mother and now, he's going to be so angry with me. Well, I didn't kill her, the visions did. The pictures, the visions. And the power drill of course. Damn if I could only move, then this water wouldn't be so annoying. It seems, though, that I'm not going to be the only casualty from this mess. There's the second in command floating past my head. That will definitely be a closed casket funeral. Poor stupid man's all bloated and puffy. Maybe the mortician can drain him a bit. But the water is starting to annoy me immensely now. Damn. I was so close to Father being proud of me. So... very... close.
Drabble. Hope you enjoyed it. Needed to write something. Reviews are welcome, but not necessary.