Gabriel closed the door behind himself and set his backpack down on the ground quietly as he entered the door. The door revealing a house. A house that was part of the real world. A real world. He paused for a moment and cast out his senses to see if his father was home. He realized that his father was out. Gabe and his father had always had a close relationship, close enough that they could feel each other's presence.
Gabriel sat down on the couch and looked round the room. It was a mess, with papers everywhere. His father often went mad with grief and threw things everywhere. Gabe often wondered if it had something to do with his mother. He had always assumed that Jonas was his father, but they were twelve years apart, and hence it disturbed him to think about his mother. His father, Jonas, was extremely mature for his age, 24, but it always seemed awfully unlikely that a man 12 years older than himself could be his father. Everyone just assumed they were brothers because of their strikingly similar eyes, which was fine with Gabe, so as not to cause disruption. It was also nice because he had no other relatives. No grandparents, no siblings, no mother. Not that he hadn't had hunches about his relatives.
Jonas often talked in his restless sleep about a girl named "Fiona" and often "Giver". He had not the faintest idea of who they really were, but he let his imagination soar to believing they were from his father's odd, shaky pas. He liked to believe the mysterious figure, "Fiona" as his mother and the "Giver" as perhaps a grandparent. He dared never ask Jonas about the two because he feared upsetting his troubled father because of the constant tone he used in his sleep that made the mysterious characters appear dead. He shuddered at thoughts such as those.
Gabriel let his eyes wander to a picture of Jonas and himself. They looked truly alike and acted alike in many ways. They both had birthdays on the same day in December, and many other similarities, but mostly that they were both extremely intelligent. His father had always been a genius, extremely knowledgeable, but sometimes Gabe felt as if his earliest accomplishments were not achieved on his own. Like reading, writing, and walking. (He didn't know how but it had always felt as if his father had "given" him the knowledge to learn such things. It scared him but he dare not ask.)
Gabriel suddenly felt a twinge in his mind and instantaneously he recognized the presence that of his father's. He jumped up to see Jonas slowly removing his coat. Gabe noticed the weariness in his father's eyes, and his hair was extremely messy, because of Jonas' terrible habit of running his hands through his hair. There was a familiar gloomy shadow cast over his father today, but Gabriel tried to ignore it and act pleasant.
"Welcome home, Jonas." Gabriel said comfortingly, "Have a stressful day?"
Although every day was stressful for Jonas because of his awful distaste for work.
"Yeah." Jonas said quietly running his fingers through his hair. "Rewarding, but painful. As always."
I'm not so sure about this place…
It seems like everyone has a plan…
Too bad I can never show my true face…
But in the world I've come to love,
The possibilities are endless and full
Author's Note Well, that was my first Giver fic ever. I know this is what all Giver fics are based off of, English class assignments, and that is the origin of this one. It was sort of a pop-essay thing, and I thought of it as a fan fic as I wrote it. I hoped everyone liked it! Please review and give me your feedback. Thanks for reading!/Author's Note