Author: Vona
Title: Trust
Summary: Miss Parker's thoughts on life. Part Five of Emotion.
Rating: G
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Disclaimer: Never owned them, still don't.
Trust
Belief. Depend. Esteem. It's all so funny. An entire life of lies, an intricate web of deceit. Only child, no, twins, no, twins plus another brother. Father, no, uncle, wait, Uncle, then Father. Life is so confusing. Trust is a tricky thing. Everyone says don't trust Jarod. Chase him, it's the way life is meant to be. No, it's not. My life has never been the way it's supposed to be. My mother was murdered when I was a child, leaving me so painfully alone. The one person I believed in most was gone. I only had Jarod. Jarod left, rightfully so, he'd been used. I came back, back to Sydney, to Daddy, to Angelo. I'm not as heartless as I seem to be. I just have to pretend. Jarod taught me how. Jarod is wrong. We can't rewrite the story. Oh, how I wish I could. Then, I'd live happily ever after, with a Mama and a Daddy, and my two brothers who haven't been tormented into psychopathy. Maybe I'd even marry Jarod. But I don't entertain such thoughts. Life isn't a fairy tale, there never is a happily ever after. There's me. There's the four people I trust explicitly: Sydney, Broots, Angelo, and Ethan. And there's Jarod. Out on a rampage to save the world. Doesn't he know there are no super-heroes? There are no fairy princesses or damsels-in-distress. No, life is no storybook. Trust isn't easily given anymore. I'm cynical and slightly bitter. It's no wonder. Life drove me to this point; the point of confusion and distrust. And I'll stay here forever, never able to get away. Presumed. Indubitable. Faith. No, I'll never put my belief in anyone but myself.
Trust
Belief. Depend. Esteem. It's all so funny. An entire life of lies, an intricate web of deceit. Only child, no, twins, no, twins plus another brother. Father, no, uncle, wait, Uncle, then Father. Life is so confusing. Trust is a tricky thing. Everyone says don't trust Jarod. Chase him, it's the way life is meant to be. No, it's not. My life has never been the way it's supposed to be. My mother was murdered when I was a child, leaving me so painfully alone. The one person I believed in most was gone. I only had Jarod. Jarod left, rightfully so, he'd been used. I came back, back to Sydney, to Daddy, to Angelo. I'm not as heartless as I seem to be. I just have to pretend. Jarod taught me how. Jarod is wrong. We can't rewrite the story. Oh, how I wish I could. Then, I'd live happily ever after, with a Mama and a Daddy, and my two brothers who haven't been tormented into psychopathy. Maybe I'd even marry Jarod. But I don't entertain such thoughts. Life isn't a fairy tale, there never is a happily ever after. There's me. There's the four people I trust explicitly: Sydney, Broots, Angelo, and Ethan. And there's Jarod. Out on a rampage to save the world. Doesn't he know there are no super-heroes? There are no fairy princesses or damsels-in-distress. No, life is no storybook. Trust isn't easily given anymore. I'm cynical and slightly bitter. It's no wonder. Life drove me to this point; the point of confusion and distrust. And I'll stay here forever, never able to get away. Presumed. Indubitable. Faith. No, I'll never put my belief in anyone but myself.