A/N: I read this book a few years ago, so I don't know much about their
appearances. This was just a sudden muse. UPDATE 1/7/03 ~revised it a
little
There Are Just Some Places
By: Kazle
"There are just some places that you can't go back to."
That's what Jonas had told him, at least. And Jonas's word was good enough to trust, wasn't it? Ever since he had come to know the world around him, Jonas had been there like an older brother to guide him through it. So why not believe him now?
"It is a world without color, without feeling, without life. You wouldn't want to go back there."
Vague little pieces of information were all that Gabe could wheedle out of Jonas. He could tell that the older teenager did not want to discuss it with him. Every time he had tried to bring it up, Jonas's eyes would become shadowed and blank. And the young boy had never been very good at reading people's emotions through their eyes.
Gabe knew nothing about himself in his past, except for what Jonas had told him. And besides, he had only been a baby when he had lived there. He had no idea of who his family was either. Who were his parents? What kind of people had they been?
"I do no know." Had been Jonas's answer.
He somehow knew that the dark haired boy he had grown up with was not his real brother. Wasn't related to him at all, in fact. Though they had similar hair color and eye color, they did not quite look the part that they played to each other.
"I do not know who my real parents were either, " Jonas said, at the young one's downcast face. "But I had one whom I considered to be my father figure."
And then he'd be gone again, eyes distant and somewhat saddened.
"It was shielded at all times. So protected, you could barely even breathe."
Gabe could scarcely comprehend this thought and it made him shudder. He could barely sit still, always had to be up and moving.
"Don't let this plague your mind though." Jonas would say cheerily afterwards. "Try not to think on it too much, come on lets go outside for a bit."
But he did think about it. A lot. And it made him feel a little guilty too. But he couldn't help but wonder about his origins. What really made that unspeakable place so horrible? Why didn't Jonas want to talk about it?
"It's a place better left in the past."
Maybe so, but it frustrated him to no end.
"Jonas, did you leave anyone behind there?" He had been about five years old at this time.
Jonas had stared at him a moment, then stared out in front of him at nothing. A few moments passed and Gabe was starting to think that he wasn't even going to receive a response.
"Yes, I did," he had said finally.
Gabe had frowned.
"Really? Hm, that must have been hard."
Jonas looked faintly surprised.
"Yes, it was."
Gabe's frowned deepened and he cocked his head to the side at his only family member.
"Does it still hurt?"
Jonas had looked away.
"No."
And Gabe had accepted that answer with a grin. But now he knew that Jonas had been lying. He must have left an important person behind. Perhaps, that father figure he had spoken of. And Gabe wondered about his own family that he didn't know.
"It's a place better left in the past." Jonas's words echoed.
And then Gabe realized. What was he doing, sitting around here and moping about things from long ago? He knew no other family than Jonas throughout his life. And that was enough for him. That place, where he had been born, he had no memory of. No recollection at all whenever Jonas had somewhat described it.
He shook his head and grinned as he watched the autumn leaves spiral down from the trees, swirling in an array of red, brown, yellow, and orange.
"There are just some places that you can't go back to."
END
A/N: Nice and short on my muse. Please review.
There Are Just Some Places
By: Kazle
"There are just some places that you can't go back to."
That's what Jonas had told him, at least. And Jonas's word was good enough to trust, wasn't it? Ever since he had come to know the world around him, Jonas had been there like an older brother to guide him through it. So why not believe him now?
"It is a world without color, without feeling, without life. You wouldn't want to go back there."
Vague little pieces of information were all that Gabe could wheedle out of Jonas. He could tell that the older teenager did not want to discuss it with him. Every time he had tried to bring it up, Jonas's eyes would become shadowed and blank. And the young boy had never been very good at reading people's emotions through their eyes.
Gabe knew nothing about himself in his past, except for what Jonas had told him. And besides, he had only been a baby when he had lived there. He had no idea of who his family was either. Who were his parents? What kind of people had they been?
"I do no know." Had been Jonas's answer.
He somehow knew that the dark haired boy he had grown up with was not his real brother. Wasn't related to him at all, in fact. Though they had similar hair color and eye color, they did not quite look the part that they played to each other.
"I do not know who my real parents were either, " Jonas said, at the young one's downcast face. "But I had one whom I considered to be my father figure."
And then he'd be gone again, eyes distant and somewhat saddened.
"It was shielded at all times. So protected, you could barely even breathe."
Gabe could scarcely comprehend this thought and it made him shudder. He could barely sit still, always had to be up and moving.
"Don't let this plague your mind though." Jonas would say cheerily afterwards. "Try not to think on it too much, come on lets go outside for a bit."
But he did think about it. A lot. And it made him feel a little guilty too. But he couldn't help but wonder about his origins. What really made that unspeakable place so horrible? Why didn't Jonas want to talk about it?
"It's a place better left in the past."
Maybe so, but it frustrated him to no end.
"Jonas, did you leave anyone behind there?" He had been about five years old at this time.
Jonas had stared at him a moment, then stared out in front of him at nothing. A few moments passed and Gabe was starting to think that he wasn't even going to receive a response.
"Yes, I did," he had said finally.
Gabe had frowned.
"Really? Hm, that must have been hard."
Jonas looked faintly surprised.
"Yes, it was."
Gabe's frowned deepened and he cocked his head to the side at his only family member.
"Does it still hurt?"
Jonas had looked away.
"No."
And Gabe had accepted that answer with a grin. But now he knew that Jonas had been lying. He must have left an important person behind. Perhaps, that father figure he had spoken of. And Gabe wondered about his own family that he didn't know.
"It's a place better left in the past." Jonas's words echoed.
And then Gabe realized. What was he doing, sitting around here and moping about things from long ago? He knew no other family than Jonas throughout his life. And that was enough for him. That place, where he had been born, he had no memory of. No recollection at all whenever Jonas had somewhat described it.
He shook his head and grinned as he watched the autumn leaves spiral down from the trees, swirling in an array of red, brown, yellow, and orange.
"There are just some places that you can't go back to."
END
A/N: Nice and short on my muse. Please review.