Title: Wish
Fandom: Life as a house
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I don't make money with that story.
Notes: Some swearing, so please don't read if that offends you.
Wish
I hate him I fuckin' hate my father. Why did he do this to me? Why did he have to?
It's not my fault. It's not my damn fault that he's going to die. I never wanted
this.Selfish bastard! He's going to die and his suffering will end. And I? Me, I'm
going to be alone. Again! Suffering. Again!
Why did he have to do this? Trickin' me into lovin' him. I would be better of still
ignorin' him. Ignorin' all kind of feelin'. Except feelin' numb. One's far better of
without feelings. You don't have to acknowledge the stares people give you and see
the thoughts in their eyes. You don't have to deal with a mother who can't stand you.
Who can't understand you. Or a father who gives a shit about you. Don't remind me of
stepfather who's incapable of any damn feelin'. Feelings. What do they get you?
Nothing but problems! Problems like lovin' a father, relearnin' to love a father who
will die. Like love him even though he again hurt you. And the pain is strickin' you
down.
How could he be so fuckin' selfish? I only got him back. I don't want to lose him
again. I don't want to. It's tearin' me down. Why couldn't he die without wakin' me?
Wakin' my feelings? It's too much! I can't handle this! I just can't handle lovin' him.
Fandom: Life as a house
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I don't make money with that story.
Notes: Some swearing, so please don't read if that offends you.
Wish
I hate him I fuckin' hate my father. Why did he do this to me? Why did he have to?
It's not my fault. It's not my damn fault that he's going to die. I never wanted
this.Selfish bastard! He's going to die and his suffering will end. And I? Me, I'm
going to be alone. Again! Suffering. Again!
Why did he have to do this? Trickin' me into lovin' him. I would be better of still
ignorin' him. Ignorin' all kind of feelin'. Except feelin' numb. One's far better of
without feelings. You don't have to acknowledge the stares people give you and see
the thoughts in their eyes. You don't have to deal with a mother who can't stand you.
Who can't understand you. Or a father who gives a shit about you. Don't remind me of
stepfather who's incapable of any damn feelin'. Feelings. What do they get you?
Nothing but problems! Problems like lovin' a father, relearnin' to love a father who
will die. Like love him even though he again hurt you. And the pain is strickin' you
down.
How could he be so fuckin' selfish? I only got him back. I don't want to lose him
again. I don't want to. It's tearin' me down. Why couldn't he die without wakin' me?
Wakin' my feelings? It's too much! I can't handle this! I just can't handle lovin' him.