He stares into the mirror. A perfect reflection of himself, and that man. The same cool shade of green eyes... These eyes relect not only him, but the cold and dark eyes of his father. Kyle hated these things about himself. Oh how he wanted to look different, and not like that man. That same man that treated him and his sister like the dirt beneath his feet. Like they were absolutely nothing, and didn't deserve to breath the oxygen around them.
Kyle Alric hated these eyes.
He had the same hair as that man. The similar shade of a light brown, it didn't really mean much. It was simply just a color, but to Kyle it was different. It made him more and more like his father, David. He glared harder at the mirror in front of himself.
Kyle hated anything that made himself more like him.
And as much as Kyle hated to admit to himself, or anyone for that matter. He wore that similar personallity, a firey bipolar temper. He tried to his best to hide it, lock it away to the dark part of his mind... He couldn't help it sometimes, and he would simply just snap.
He hated when he couldn't control himself, and truly he was terrified that he would someday hurt those people that were close to him.
The older this boy gets, the more paranoid he gets. He worries each and everyday that he will end up like his father. Some fucking deadbeat that beats the shit out of his wife, and doesn't care for anything but his alcohol. That thought plauges his mind, he sometimes pictures out his future.
That is, if he doesn't snap and kill himself or others before then. He liked to picture a nice place, a better place. His future would be bright, he'd have maybe a kid or two.. and if it was a son, that he would be granted with a sweet personallity... and not that curse that was placed on most of the Alric men it seemed.
Kyle sighed, running a hand through his hair.
What was the point?
He hated these moments, this sixteen year old just was getting really annoyed with this. The boy merely shook his head, put on his biggest grin and left his room. He walked downstairs to see his sister there, he called out to the girl.
"Hey Kaity!" His smile was flawless, his act was really simple. Anybody could believe what he said, he was a brillant actor.
The girlish reflection of himself glanced up from the book she was reading, "Eh?.. Oh, hey Kyle." She returned his smile. "You seem less spazzy today." Kyle merely shrugged. "I guess I am, dude. I don't know."
"Oh well.. I thought you were with Harmony, I was kind of enjoying my slience." Kyle bit his lip, and glanced around. "Uhm.. yeah, shouldn't I?"
Kait shrugged. "I don't know, bro'. That's kind of your thing to deal with, now if you need anything about James.. i'll be sure to help." She giggled. Kyle sighed, shaking his head. Some genius you are Kait, more like crazy teenage girl. But he still smiled, "I'll remember that sis'." He laughed.
She was a different story, and very different from her twin brother Kyle. She was granted to be meak, small, and nice. The complete opposite of Kyle.. and that man, he hated so.
Sometimes Kyle wondered what it would be like to be his sister, and not have a care in the world... well unless you count her few emotional scars she was still getting over, but Kyle could deal with that.
How he longed to be different. He wanted to be someone else, and not be the way he was. He wanted to change.. and wants to be over these feelings that never seem to leave him ever.
Kyle Alric.
A boy with many problems, a boy with a resentment, and a boy with a broken soul. Everything he is.. is hidden behind that smile.
