It's alive! It's alive! Okay, so the story must go on….
"Oh, hey honey?' she greeted. She turned around and looked at him, said, "I guess you know the power went out." She chuckled.
He said nothing. His facial expression never changed. He just looked at her with a flat, expressionless face. Expressions couldn't make it to the surface, but if they did he knew they wouldn't be good for either of them.
Her face though was still able to hold expression. She went from happy to mad and proclaimed, "What, you're not talking to me?"
He didn't answer. He went over to the dish drainer and retrieved a small china plate and put the candle on it. He brought the plate over to the table where his mother was and set it next to her so she would be able to see better with the others being in the center of the table.
"Thank you," she replied eyes on the calculator where she couldn't believe what it was saying.
He still didn't answer and he knew that it drove her insane. He could feel the pressure just boiling under the surface. He saw it in the way his mother held the pen, the way she tapped in when she couldn't figure out a better way. She gave up and he stepped to the side seconds before she gathered everything up. Before leaving the room she said, a bit snider than she wanted to, "If you ever decide to talk to me again I'll be in the living room taking a nap."
Yuusuke sat at the table bored. He wanted to go for a walk or something but the weather told him otherwise. It was still pouring down in buckets, and the dark ominous clouds didn't want to move at all, or even lighten in the least bit.
He kicked the leg of the chair lightly. He wanted to kick someone, punch someone anything that would make contact and leave him feeling victor. His palms itched and his legs shook. Fighting was the only thing he was good at and that was what the teachers said he was good at when he used to attend school. So why not go with what you're good at?
But then he was deemed crazy for his actions, so he didn't know what to consider anymore, what to listen to; what to obey. H knew when it came down to it he couldn't listen to what they said, and wouldn't confine. Only to a certain age he had to follow suit, but when the age was ripe it was done and he would be gone from those who held him down for so long.
He just couldn't understand why they thought him as that way, crazy. He was the same as always, just distempered. He didn't care for when they had an opinion on him, he'd tell them, if he could to meet him in the back lot when the street lights went on.
Once they removed the bracelet from his ankle he would leave. He would go so far away that nobody would find him again. It would appear as if he just dropped off the face of the earth.
The good part would be to get his knuckles bloody again. How he wanted to put his fist through somebody's face….
But until everything was over, until everyone forgot he was just another hoodlum on the streets, one to never consign to rules and follow order, he was stuck there and with little to no freedom at all he was left with being home and leaving every now and then to challenge his mother's trust in him. He knew he wanted to slip up on purpose and test that patience to the max, but needed a bit more time at home to rest up.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen…
This story fell out of nowhere today. Ok, ok the depths of a closest and it brought back memories of high school and good times. I hope to continue on and keep posting. Let me know you are all out there and wish for me to continue. Cheers.