Okay, the idea came from Vampire Queen's Why, and you know what I wanted
more and I've been thinking about this for like. ever. So anyways, yall can
leave me as many nasty reviews as you want it isn't going to stop me from
writing! I got some helpful advice form a friend regarding those when
someone didn't like one of my poems, so come on flame me all you want, I'll
be happy that the story effected you so much to take your time and review
to my story.
Okay, well here's something else, This is FANFICTION meaning I can do what I want with the characters even if they are little out of character, Oh freaking well! Get over it, some one said that all fanfiction is slightly AU (alternate universe if you don't know what that means) so once again, don't like the way it's written, don't like the idea, don't like me GET OVER IT and DON"T READ THIS. Oh and I don't care if I'm messing up the everwood atmosphere nothing is perfect.
Warning: this contains abuse, and suicidal thoughts. if you're impressionable don't read this, suicide is not the way to deal with your problems, okay.
Disclaimer: the characters of Everwood belong whoever writes this stuff and the people who produce it, I don't pay attention to any of that stuff so I couldn't give you the names.
Now that I'm done with all of the stuff that I hate, here's the story!
Oh yeah, this takes place before they know something's wrong with Colin again and obviously Ephram and Andy are still not getting along.. Wonder why in my story?
Why
B y: Life's Scar
Ephram felt a hand on his shoulder and he had to fight the urge to jump away from the hand, he turned around to look at Amy and the worried expression on her face, "How are you?" She asked sitting down beside him.
"Fine." He mumbled taking the headphones out of is ears.
"How's Delia?" She asked wondering why Ephram had been so distant lately.
"She's still the same." He said looking down at his hands, "I should really get going."
"You can talk to me Ephram." she said as he walked away.
"I know," he said as he left giving her a small smile over his shoulders.
Ephram stuck the headphones back into his ears and began to think about his little sister and what had caused her to be put into the hospital. It had been raining, Ephram was taking her home at the time, he had no idea where his father was, probably with another one of his patients. didn't he remember that Delia had a recital today? The rain began to pound harder and Ephram couldn't help but cuss his father out in his head. Poor Delia still had complete faith in her father, never once thinking that he had forgotten about her or was to busy with other things to actually show up. Ephram was going to tell Andy exactly what he thought of him. He held Delia on his back because she wasn't fast enough to race home in this kind of weather and Ephram didn't want her to get sick. Sudden'y his foot slipped on something slippery and he felt himself fall forward, he wanted to let go of Delia to protect himself but he held onto her to make sure she didn't hit the ground. His head slammed into the ground and he cussed. Delia was asking if he was okay and he nodded his head even though when he put a hand to his pounding head he saw the blood running off of his hand, "Come on Delia," he remembered saying, "We're almost home."
She had taken a step back from him muttering something about him bleeding. She had stepped into the road. He tried to tell her to get back onto the sidewalk but it was too late. the driver couldn't see. he couldn't see her. he didn't know until she went over his windshield.
Ephram stopped where he was and he looked at the spot where he stood. He was right where she had been hit. There was trace there of what had happened, the rain had washed it all away. There wasn't even any stray glass.
If he had waited there with her none of this would happen. but he had to get home. a friend was suppose to call. he had to get home. this was his fault.
Andy blamed him. He blamed himself. He deserved what he got.
The bruise on his shoulder was just one of many. He deserved more then that.
He should be in Delia's place, no. no he should be dead. Buried and burning in hell for his selfish behavior.
He reached his house in only minutes and the memory of his father yelling at him hit him full force.
He looked on at Andy who had a bear in his hand. Did he ever drink in front of them before? Maybe in a party. but not like this. The house was trashed, bear cans and bottles littered the floor. Andy's eyes were blood shot, still wearing the same clothes he has two nights ago, "Where were you?" He yelled slamming the door shut behind Ephram.
"At school, where else would I be. that is where everyone goes my age."
He said defiantly, not realizing the consequences to his actions, "Don't you dare talk to me that way!" Andy yelled dropping the can in his hand.
Ephram wasn't expecting the next thing that happened, the fist hit him hard in the stomach causing him to double over out of breathe. He looked up at his father confused at the actions and was surprised yet again when he was kicked causing him to fall down on his hands and knees.
Ephram shook his head and pushed the memory to the back of his mind. He opened the door and looked around carefully to make sure his father wasn't anywhere near then he went around picking up discarded bear cans and trash. He saw the hole in the wall where his head had hit and he closed his eyes.
There was a knife in the kitchen. One he had looked at many times before this. He didn't deserve to live. He didn't deserve the life he had. If there was a way to make Delia better he'd give his life up for her.
He walked into the kitchen and looked at the light glint off of the blade, he put his hand on it and felt it's coolness on his hand. All the pain inside of him could be easily released with that knife. he could bleed out of him along with the life blood that he didn't want pounding through him.
He picked it up and put it to his wrist and was ready to bring it across, he didn't deserve this life. he didn't.
He was snapped out of his daze by the sound of the door slamming shut, "Ephram!" He heard his father yell.
He put the knife back down where he left it every day and walked into the living where his father sat.
"Yes?" he asked knowing that if he said anything else he would be hit.
"Your sister is still the same. you know what that means?"
"No."
"Everyday she stays in the coma the less likely it is that she'll wake up and because you were so stupid to get her hit by a car it's your fault!"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough!" Andy yelled jumping up from the chair, "you took that smiling girl away from me! You destroyed her life! Do you realize she might never be the same again? Do you?"
"I'm. I'm sorry!" Ephram yelled in defense
"I told you that wasn't good enough!" Andy yelled slamming his fist into Ephram's face.
It didn't stop there, no he never stopped with one hit. One led to another and another and it never stopped. Ephram was on the ground, holding his stomach, curled in a ball trying just to hang onto conscious, he deserved this pain, he deseved all of it. How could he think of ending it? He deserved this, there was no end to it. This was his punishment to his crimes.
A boot connected with his chest and he felt and heard the bones snap, he cryed out in pain and tighten into an even tighter ball expecting yet another painful blow but it never came.
He turned to look at his father wondering what was happening to stop this. why?
The look on Andy's face was that of disgust, Ephram thought this was directed at him, this had to be that was the only look his father would give him since the accident. Then he heard something he didn't expect his father ever to say, "Oh dear god, what have I done?"
Andy bent down to his broken son and look ed at the bruised face staring back at him, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry son."
Then Ephram lost his small hold on the world and slipped into a soft darkness.
Okay, well here's something else, This is FANFICTION meaning I can do what I want with the characters even if they are little out of character, Oh freaking well! Get over it, some one said that all fanfiction is slightly AU (alternate universe if you don't know what that means) so once again, don't like the way it's written, don't like the idea, don't like me GET OVER IT and DON"T READ THIS. Oh and I don't care if I'm messing up the everwood atmosphere nothing is perfect.
Warning: this contains abuse, and suicidal thoughts. if you're impressionable don't read this, suicide is not the way to deal with your problems, okay.
Disclaimer: the characters of Everwood belong whoever writes this stuff and the people who produce it, I don't pay attention to any of that stuff so I couldn't give you the names.
Now that I'm done with all of the stuff that I hate, here's the story!
Oh yeah, this takes place before they know something's wrong with Colin again and obviously Ephram and Andy are still not getting along.. Wonder why in my story?
Why
B y: Life's Scar
Ephram felt a hand on his shoulder and he had to fight the urge to jump away from the hand, he turned around to look at Amy and the worried expression on her face, "How are you?" She asked sitting down beside him.
"Fine." He mumbled taking the headphones out of is ears.
"How's Delia?" She asked wondering why Ephram had been so distant lately.
"She's still the same." He said looking down at his hands, "I should really get going."
"You can talk to me Ephram." she said as he walked away.
"I know," he said as he left giving her a small smile over his shoulders.
Ephram stuck the headphones back into his ears and began to think about his little sister and what had caused her to be put into the hospital. It had been raining, Ephram was taking her home at the time, he had no idea where his father was, probably with another one of his patients. didn't he remember that Delia had a recital today? The rain began to pound harder and Ephram couldn't help but cuss his father out in his head. Poor Delia still had complete faith in her father, never once thinking that he had forgotten about her or was to busy with other things to actually show up. Ephram was going to tell Andy exactly what he thought of him. He held Delia on his back because she wasn't fast enough to race home in this kind of weather and Ephram didn't want her to get sick. Sudden'y his foot slipped on something slippery and he felt himself fall forward, he wanted to let go of Delia to protect himself but he held onto her to make sure she didn't hit the ground. His head slammed into the ground and he cussed. Delia was asking if he was okay and he nodded his head even though when he put a hand to his pounding head he saw the blood running off of his hand, "Come on Delia," he remembered saying, "We're almost home."
She had taken a step back from him muttering something about him bleeding. She had stepped into the road. He tried to tell her to get back onto the sidewalk but it was too late. the driver couldn't see. he couldn't see her. he didn't know until she went over his windshield.
Ephram stopped where he was and he looked at the spot where he stood. He was right where she had been hit. There was trace there of what had happened, the rain had washed it all away. There wasn't even any stray glass.
If he had waited there with her none of this would happen. but he had to get home. a friend was suppose to call. he had to get home. this was his fault.
Andy blamed him. He blamed himself. He deserved what he got.
The bruise on his shoulder was just one of many. He deserved more then that.
He should be in Delia's place, no. no he should be dead. Buried and burning in hell for his selfish behavior.
He reached his house in only minutes and the memory of his father yelling at him hit him full force.
He looked on at Andy who had a bear in his hand. Did he ever drink in front of them before? Maybe in a party. but not like this. The house was trashed, bear cans and bottles littered the floor. Andy's eyes were blood shot, still wearing the same clothes he has two nights ago, "Where were you?" He yelled slamming the door shut behind Ephram.
"At school, where else would I be. that is where everyone goes my age."
He said defiantly, not realizing the consequences to his actions, "Don't you dare talk to me that way!" Andy yelled dropping the can in his hand.
Ephram wasn't expecting the next thing that happened, the fist hit him hard in the stomach causing him to double over out of breathe. He looked up at his father confused at the actions and was surprised yet again when he was kicked causing him to fall down on his hands and knees.
Ephram shook his head and pushed the memory to the back of his mind. He opened the door and looked around carefully to make sure his father wasn't anywhere near then he went around picking up discarded bear cans and trash. He saw the hole in the wall where his head had hit and he closed his eyes.
There was a knife in the kitchen. One he had looked at many times before this. He didn't deserve to live. He didn't deserve the life he had. If there was a way to make Delia better he'd give his life up for her.
He walked into the kitchen and looked at the light glint off of the blade, he put his hand on it and felt it's coolness on his hand. All the pain inside of him could be easily released with that knife. he could bleed out of him along with the life blood that he didn't want pounding through him.
He picked it up and put it to his wrist and was ready to bring it across, he didn't deserve this life. he didn't.
He was snapped out of his daze by the sound of the door slamming shut, "Ephram!" He heard his father yell.
He put the knife back down where he left it every day and walked into the living where his father sat.
"Yes?" he asked knowing that if he said anything else he would be hit.
"Your sister is still the same. you know what that means?"
"No."
"Everyday she stays in the coma the less likely it is that she'll wake up and because you were so stupid to get her hit by a car it's your fault!"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough!" Andy yelled jumping up from the chair, "you took that smiling girl away from me! You destroyed her life! Do you realize she might never be the same again? Do you?"
"I'm. I'm sorry!" Ephram yelled in defense
"I told you that wasn't good enough!" Andy yelled slamming his fist into Ephram's face.
It didn't stop there, no he never stopped with one hit. One led to another and another and it never stopped. Ephram was on the ground, holding his stomach, curled in a ball trying just to hang onto conscious, he deserved this pain, he deseved all of it. How could he think of ending it? He deserved this, there was no end to it. This was his punishment to his crimes.
A boot connected with his chest and he felt and heard the bones snap, he cryed out in pain and tighten into an even tighter ball expecting yet another painful blow but it never came.
He turned to look at his father wondering what was happening to stop this. why?
The look on Andy's face was that of disgust, Ephram thought this was directed at him, this had to be that was the only look his father would give him since the accident. Then he heard something he didn't expect his father ever to say, "Oh dear god, what have I done?"
Andy bent down to his broken son and look ed at the bruised face staring back at him, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry son."
Then Ephram lost his small hold on the world and slipped into a soft darkness.
