Through the Eyes of a Son
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III - The Day He Survived From Tarsus IV
Jim Kirk stood in the kitchen of the farm house in Iowa and tried to remember how to breath. He was home (whatever that meant) but nothing would ever be the same. Sam was dead. He had watch him die and done nothing to save him. He was too weak. An empty feeling hallowed him out. It was painful and dark and he wanted to scream and scream until someone made everything better. It would never be better.
He slowly moved around the room, opening cabinets and gathering food. He would eat now and save some for later. He had learned the value of food on Tarsus IV and he would never forget it.
A sound echoed in the entryway and Jim spun around. His hand moved to the knife hidden in his pants as he faced the new comer. Winona. He wasn't sure how to deal with her just yet. She had spent half of the time he had been home trying (and failing) to speak to him. The other half she passed crying on her bed. He wondered how long it would be until she left for space again. The sooner the better. He didn't want to have to put up with her for too long.
She reached out to stroke his cheek and he quickly batted her hand away. She was lucky he remember to let go of the blade before he hit her. Her face crumpled and she seemed to shrink into herself. He waited to see if she would try anything again.
Emotions began to play across her face and Jim felt his stomach twist. Suddenly there was a distant look in her eyes that he had learn to recognize. She was thinking of George and she was seeing George in him. A fury that he not gripped him since he day he watched Frank beat his brother poured through him. Turning he ran from the house to seek peace. Winona didn't follow and he was glad but as night swept in there was something deep inside of him that hurt. She was his mother, wasn't she suppose to save him for the dark?
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