Broken Wings
One day passed, then two, then three, and still Edd stayed in his room. He didn't think he was strong enough to face the outside world, the world he had been shut off from so long ago. He was so helpless, he felt like a bird with broken wings. Birds again, he had just started the bird metaphors before he left, and he could hear himself talking in his head. Giving advice, talking, helping; those are the things he missed most, just human interaction. But who would want his counseling, they probably only ever listened to him out of pity to begin with anyway; a brain, that's all he was and all he'd ever be.
Edd could feel tears stinging his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall. He promised himself he'd never cry for his own pity again, and his was the only word he could still trust. If he lost that trust, he would lose everything. He curled up, holding his legs tight to his chest with his arms. He still didn't have his hat, and he was starting to feel lonely-that hat was the only company he willingly kept anymore.
"Edward," his mothers voice had a harsh hateful sound again, "You have company". Edd started to get up to lock the door, he didn't want anyone to see him like this. "Edd," the sympathetic voice moved him almost to tears as he sat back down, "Your mom told me about everything. Can't say I blame ya for not talkin', I did kinda break that promise." Eddy pulled a chair in front of Edd and sat down. In the chair he was eye level with the sitting Edd, despite his still short stature. "Please just say something Double D. If no one knows what's wrong, no one can help." The wise advice seemed out- of-place coming from the normally cynical Eddy. Edd looked at the ground, the tears stung his eyes again and this time he couldn't keep them hidden. "Edd, whatever you think is wrong, we can fix it, I'll help" that was it, he couldn't take it anymore, he jumped from his bed and toward the door, but Eddy caught him in mid-dash. Eddy held him firmly by the shoulders, and Edd's struggling to get free proved in vain until a sharp turn made the chair slip out from under Eddy's feet, and Eddy landed on the ground. Edd couldn't stand it, he kneeled on the ground to help his friend up. "Please don't run Double D" Eddy said, teary eyed. Something was so different about him, so caring and loving. Eddy noticed a notebook on Edd's desk and picked it up, "Still like the bird meta...um," Eddy raised an eyebrow at Edd, who was now sitting on the bed again, but he didn't answer. "Well here's something," he ran his finger over a picture Edd had drawn of a bird "Broken wings," He read the writing under the picture, "Is this how you feel Double D?" Eddy's eyebrow raised again, this time to a nodding Edd, "You know, a broken wing won't heal itself" Eddy said, his voice shaking. Eddy obviously wasn't good at this type of thing, and his eyes were starting to tear, and he was blushing. Edd looked at the ground, he couldn't stand to see Eddy like this. Eddy gently ran the back of his hand over his friend's cheek, and moved his hair out of his face.
One day passed, then two, then three, and still Edd stayed in his room. He didn't think he was strong enough to face the outside world, the world he had been shut off from so long ago. He was so helpless, he felt like a bird with broken wings. Birds again, he had just started the bird metaphors before he left, and he could hear himself talking in his head. Giving advice, talking, helping; those are the things he missed most, just human interaction. But who would want his counseling, they probably only ever listened to him out of pity to begin with anyway; a brain, that's all he was and all he'd ever be.
Edd could feel tears stinging his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall. He promised himself he'd never cry for his own pity again, and his was the only word he could still trust. If he lost that trust, he would lose everything. He curled up, holding his legs tight to his chest with his arms. He still didn't have his hat, and he was starting to feel lonely-that hat was the only company he willingly kept anymore.
"Edward," his mothers voice had a harsh hateful sound again, "You have company". Edd started to get up to lock the door, he didn't want anyone to see him like this. "Edd," the sympathetic voice moved him almost to tears as he sat back down, "Your mom told me about everything. Can't say I blame ya for not talkin', I did kinda break that promise." Eddy pulled a chair in front of Edd and sat down. In the chair he was eye level with the sitting Edd, despite his still short stature. "Please just say something Double D. If no one knows what's wrong, no one can help." The wise advice seemed out- of-place coming from the normally cynical Eddy. Edd looked at the ground, the tears stung his eyes again and this time he couldn't keep them hidden. "Edd, whatever you think is wrong, we can fix it, I'll help" that was it, he couldn't take it anymore, he jumped from his bed and toward the door, but Eddy caught him in mid-dash. Eddy held him firmly by the shoulders, and Edd's struggling to get free proved in vain until a sharp turn made the chair slip out from under Eddy's feet, and Eddy landed on the ground. Edd couldn't stand it, he kneeled on the ground to help his friend up. "Please don't run Double D" Eddy said, teary eyed. Something was so different about him, so caring and loving. Eddy noticed a notebook on Edd's desk and picked it up, "Still like the bird meta...um," Eddy raised an eyebrow at Edd, who was now sitting on the bed again, but he didn't answer. "Well here's something," he ran his finger over a picture Edd had drawn of a bird "Broken wings," He read the writing under the picture, "Is this how you feel Double D?" Eddy's eyebrow raised again, this time to a nodding Edd, "You know, a broken wing won't heal itself" Eddy said, his voice shaking. Eddy obviously wasn't good at this type of thing, and his eyes were starting to tear, and he was blushing. Edd looked at the ground, he couldn't stand to see Eddy like this. Eddy gently ran the back of his hand over his friend's cheek, and moved his hair out of his face.