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These drabbles were inspired by the fanfic100 titles. I was planning to complete the 100 entries but I lost my interest in the show unfortunately, therefore only the first ten are done.
01. Beginnings
He's nervous.
The palms of his shaking hands are sweaty.
His skin breaks out in goose bumps where the razorblade passes.
He closes his eyes and thinks of a man waiting for death.
"Are you ready?"
He nods and winces when the tattoo needle pierces his skin.
02. Middles
He's fifty now; an age no one thought he'd ever see. All of them expecting to bury him before he'd hit thirty. But his brother's love pulled him through.
He only wished Michael would stop calling him 'old man'.
03. Ends
Michael's blood is all over his hands and shirt.
His face is wet and his smile his broken. He is broken. Michael is broken, his body an empty shell.
He draws the gun he doesn't have from his pocket. Cops have itchy trigger fingers.
He falls next to his brother, grateful to die.
04. Insides
It's hard for him to show his love. He's had to be the tough one for such a long time; had to keep his shit together, his family together for years. He had to find money where there was none to be found. Had to grow an armour, one that ended up pushing everyone away from him.
But beneath his skin, unending love surges through his veins.
05. Outsides
Sometimes, his head feels like a steaming cauldron, boiling with thoughts, impressions and ideas. Plans constantly form on the surface of his thoughts. Anything he looks at is deconstructed to the bone. It's a constant noise like an endless freight-train thundering through his thoughts.
He lies awake at night, unable to shut down the seething mess inside his brain. The doctors say he's lucky not to be insane; but he knows insanity is a wolf nipping at his heels, ready to tear him apart.
He doesn't look it, but he's breaking.