The Day You Became Famous
SUMMARY: Dib is a jerk. He was hated by all...until he became famous for respectable paranormal research. Now, he's just hated by those who matter. Either way...I hate him.
Weird clod.
Heartthrob.
Charming.
Arrogant.
Intelligent.
Dumbass.
It doesn't make much sense, but all of these describe you. If I see you smile, I'm ecstatic. When you ramble on about some strange theory, I stare off, but I think about how lucky I am to be near you.
I love you.
And yet, I abhor you.
You mock everything you once stood for. Your name is an insult to your past and everything you worked so hard to achieve. You claim a life of suffering, but you ride your accomplishments and downfalls for favors and sympathy, tokens from both those who love and hate you.
I am on both sides of that coin.
Someone asked me the other day if I really was that close to you back when you were still going to skool. I nod my head 'yes,' almost ignoring the question, and they ask me to tell them what it was like. What can I say? I enjoyed every moment I saw you, with those beautiful amber eyes and that scruffy, jet-black hair. Your voice soothed me, lulling me to sleep when I thought of you.
I want to kill you for what you've done to my dreams.
My dreams surrounded that heroic figure of yesteryear, trodden over and self-sacrificing, passionate and persevering. He'd somehow rise above his peers' shortsightedness. He'd someday learn that I cared about him. I cherished you in shadows forever obscuring.
Now, whenever I close my eyes and try to picture you, I see the uncaring shell of a person who tramples over anyone in his way. I see you push your children into the path of desertion to avoid a waste of time. I see you bask in your indifferent apathy. I see you surrender your dreams and aspirations like you would toss away a smelly rug.
In turn, I am indifferent to you.
You are just as I was.
I hate you, son.