I don't own CB. This is another Vicious (don't you just love him? I know I do!:)) story. Set before CB when he is turning into the man with a cold heart. Please R&R and enjoy!
MEMORIES OF SOMETHING
Who am I you ask? I don't know who I am anymore. I don't remember my name or who I am. I do remember or think I do of some things, but I don't know if what I do remember, is about me.
I remember a boy who was too afraid to come out of his room at nights because of a man he once called father would hit his mother or he would done up killing her. He stayed in his room and used to cry himself to sleep. He was poor and very shy. He then started to hate other people who pity him or try to take him away from his mother. For if he left, who would help his mother or take care of her when his father was done beating her? Who would tell his sister that everything was all right and go back to sleep? Who would comfort her when she was scare or who would comfort him?
I thought I was love by a woman who loved the boy who was now a man. I guess the man was wrong. For she cheated on him, and took his best friend away forever. I remember the man crying for his soul on a night where it was raining out. I remember the man buying a ring for the woman the day before and going to ask her to marry him. I thin the man took the ring and throw it across the room. I do remember him losing his soul and turning into a man that had no heart.
Maybe, just maybe that is who I am. Or maybe the memories are just something that was cruel and was used to play a joke on a man who didn't deserved the treatment he got in his life. I don't know what is what anymore. Only that I am alone.
MEMORIES OF SOMETHING
Who am I you ask? I don't know who I am anymore. I don't remember my name or who I am. I do remember or think I do of some things, but I don't know if what I do remember, is about me.
I remember a boy who was too afraid to come out of his room at nights because of a man he once called father would hit his mother or he would done up killing her. He stayed in his room and used to cry himself to sleep. He was poor and very shy. He then started to hate other people who pity him or try to take him away from his mother. For if he left, who would help his mother or take care of her when his father was done beating her? Who would tell his sister that everything was all right and go back to sleep? Who would comfort her when she was scare or who would comfort him?
I thought I was love by a woman who loved the boy who was now a man. I guess the man was wrong. For she cheated on him, and took his best friend away forever. I remember the man crying for his soul on a night where it was raining out. I remember the man buying a ring for the woman the day before and going to ask her to marry him. I thin the man took the ring and throw it across the room. I do remember him losing his soul and turning into a man that had no heart.
Maybe, just maybe that is who I am. Or maybe the memories are just something that was cruel and was used to play a joke on a man who didn't deserved the treatment he got in his life. I don't know what is what anymore. Only that I am alone.