I've been in a random mood lately… I've been feeling like writing One-Shots a lot more often…
I'm still working on the other REAL stories, it's just that… If I don't write my ideas down, I forget them…
And then I end up obsessing until I write it down…!
I should be drawing right now… Or doing homework… But it's late…. My eyes hurt…
Ah, whatever…
Home of Tears
A warm household, the happy bliss of a family surrounded by peace. The gentle smile and loving caresses of the mother sitting in her rocking chair. Beside the fireplace that crackled invitingly to the outsiders from the cold wintery world. The soft mewls of the baby, cooing innocently to the new mother. The father, smiling happily down at his new baby. The surreal harmony that brought them all together.
A baby's been born… Into this world… The mother will raise him to be the best he can be. The father will raise him to be better than everyone else. The baby will raise himself to make decisions based on his mother's ethical teachings. The baby will one day learn for himself what it means to choose.
And when he does, he feels a strange sensation. After his parents died, the baby fears death. And so… He drinks the soup of immortal life. But something feels… Broken…
Tears. He feels warm, wet tears falling upon his face. The baby is unsure what to think. He cannot see anyone there to be crying, yet he knows these tears are not his own.
Mother. The mother mourned for the loss of her baby's purity. Her tears crashed upon her child's soul as she wished he had taken back what he had done.
The baby thought of his mother. Would she accept him like this? Would she hold him if she knew what he had become? Would she love him if she knew his shame? Would she remember him for who he was before?
The baby looked to the world for a way to ask his mother and find her approval. He found horrible, dark secrets. Secrets on how to speak to her. And ask her approval of what he had become.
But the mother would not acknowledge him now. She could not accept her baby… He was no longer the baby she had when she was of the earth.
He was no longer her son… He was no longer Chase….
He was the shell that housed the weak, terrified little boy he really was. And she mourned the prison that her baby now had to live in.
I think of some odd stuff…
I thought of Chase having a mom & dad earlier… Then music developed it into a sad story…
TONS of fragments in this story….! My AP COMP teacher would MURDER ME!