Disclaimer~ If I owned any of these characters I wouldn't be a high school
junior and I would have more money than I do. That being said............I
don't want to be sued.
Synopsis~ Tristan reflects on his life and Rory. I think it's going to be a Trory but I don't have all the kinks worked out yet.
A/N~ I'm sorry again for not writing my other story but I've had writers block and tons of homework. This story was partially written in my old (we switched semesters so now I have math) English class after she pissed me off and while babysitting and has been in works for about a month. I hope you like it and I should be able to update my other story very soon.
Return of Chaos
Catalysts. The very thing a chemistry teacher at school tells you mean: a substance, which increases the rate of a reaction. It is consumed in one step and regenerated later in the process. The catalyst is never used up but provides a new energy path for the reaction. For me the process is life, the reaction me, and the catalyst is she. Or as I like to call her, Mary.
I thought about this more as I ran. I've always liked to run, especially at night. You can feel the muscles moving effortlessly jogging at your own pace. The pace that lets you move silently, breathing normally as the night air flows into your lungs, almost as if you were alive. Outside I am, inside I've been gone for many years. The decay is past recognizable and it rots further everyday. The return of chaos occurs everyday and I get lost in my thoughts. It is so much better than the mindlessness of the Chilton drones, the guys at the academy, or my parents. But I do not always get complete peace in my mind either.
It is in these thoughts that I remember the idiotic things I've done. Her first days of Chilton were intriguing to me. She seemed so pure, so unaware of the lives she had just walked into. She was so interested in making a good appearance and worried she was behind in classes. Little did she know the corruption that lurked in the Chilton minds. Everyone reached out to torture her, to make her feel the same pain that they did, including me. I teased her and found out that she wasn't as completely pure as we all originally thought. It turns out she had some baggage off her own.
Knowing this brought me closer to her. I was so interested to find out how she could make her self so excited about life if she knew some of the corruption that skulked in all of us. But I was also afraid to let my guard down too aware the grief she could cause. So I continued torturing her, trying to know her, have contact with her. But the want and rejection that always came proved to be too much. And I started to pull pranks so I could distance my self by being suspended.
The suspensions didn't last nearly enough or to me end fast enough. I was already pulled into her. So eventually the rejection proved too much and I broke into the safe just to get away. I knew my dad would send me away he threatened to all the time. Next thing I knew I was on a plane to North Carolina fighting the inner turmoil as I got further and further away from her.
I reached the military academy and while there some off the inner turmoil was worked out. But again the want proved too difficult and I ached to see her. I proved myself to my father and promised to "be good" if I came home. I boarded a plane and the want increased as I got closer and closer to her.
Which leads me to where I am now, jogging to block out my parents and thoughts of her. So as I jogged down through the endless rows of houses to my small surprise I saw her. She was walking away fast from a house, tears glittering down her face. And once again her pain and the want intrigued me.
A/N~ So good, bad or in between? Depending on the reviews I may continue this or I could leave it............you get to decide.
Synopsis~ Tristan reflects on his life and Rory. I think it's going to be a Trory but I don't have all the kinks worked out yet.
A/N~ I'm sorry again for not writing my other story but I've had writers block and tons of homework. This story was partially written in my old (we switched semesters so now I have math) English class after she pissed me off and while babysitting and has been in works for about a month. I hope you like it and I should be able to update my other story very soon.
Return of Chaos
Catalysts. The very thing a chemistry teacher at school tells you mean: a substance, which increases the rate of a reaction. It is consumed in one step and regenerated later in the process. The catalyst is never used up but provides a new energy path for the reaction. For me the process is life, the reaction me, and the catalyst is she. Or as I like to call her, Mary.
I thought about this more as I ran. I've always liked to run, especially at night. You can feel the muscles moving effortlessly jogging at your own pace. The pace that lets you move silently, breathing normally as the night air flows into your lungs, almost as if you were alive. Outside I am, inside I've been gone for many years. The decay is past recognizable and it rots further everyday. The return of chaos occurs everyday and I get lost in my thoughts. It is so much better than the mindlessness of the Chilton drones, the guys at the academy, or my parents. But I do not always get complete peace in my mind either.
It is in these thoughts that I remember the idiotic things I've done. Her first days of Chilton were intriguing to me. She seemed so pure, so unaware of the lives she had just walked into. She was so interested in making a good appearance and worried she was behind in classes. Little did she know the corruption that lurked in the Chilton minds. Everyone reached out to torture her, to make her feel the same pain that they did, including me. I teased her and found out that she wasn't as completely pure as we all originally thought. It turns out she had some baggage off her own.
Knowing this brought me closer to her. I was so interested to find out how she could make her self so excited about life if she knew some of the corruption that skulked in all of us. But I was also afraid to let my guard down too aware the grief she could cause. So I continued torturing her, trying to know her, have contact with her. But the want and rejection that always came proved to be too much. And I started to pull pranks so I could distance my self by being suspended.
The suspensions didn't last nearly enough or to me end fast enough. I was already pulled into her. So eventually the rejection proved too much and I broke into the safe just to get away. I knew my dad would send me away he threatened to all the time. Next thing I knew I was on a plane to North Carolina fighting the inner turmoil as I got further and further away from her.
I reached the military academy and while there some off the inner turmoil was worked out. But again the want proved too difficult and I ached to see her. I proved myself to my father and promised to "be good" if I came home. I boarded a plane and the want increased as I got closer and closer to her.
Which leads me to where I am now, jogging to block out my parents and thoughts of her. So as I jogged down through the endless rows of houses to my small surprise I saw her. She was walking away fast from a house, tears glittering down her face. And once again her pain and the want intrigued me.
A/N~ So good, bad or in between? Depending on the reviews I may continue this or I could leave it............you get to decide.