Oh my gosh! I know I haven't updated for like . . . how long has it been now? Oh no, I've lost track! Ahhhhh! The world is coming to an end! Oh, well.
Anyway, I'm so sorry for my . . . ahem . . . busy-ness . . . cough, laziness, cough . . . but I'm back now and that's all that matters, right? Right? Aw, come on, you have to give me some credit! I know it's been a while . . . but still! You people aren't going to kill me are you?
All right, now I'm starting to feel pretty guilty. Evilness! So, I have resolved to post THREE MORE CHAPTERS to make up for my absence! MUAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Ahem --- cough, cough . . . . all righty then!
Okay, actually about the story, yeah . . . it's starting to take a weird, random history lesson of Beast Boy sort of turn . . . hopefully it won't last for too long . . .
On with the show!
He stared blankly at her with a tear-streaked face. His gaze met hers and her could see how deep her eyes were, swirling with lavender, amethyst, and violet into depths of purple oceans.
He knew she would see emptiness in his eyes.
"I can't be fixed. My heart has been shattered into a million pieces and buried within the ruins of my life. I'm beyond repair," he stated coldly.
When his eyes returned to her, she was looking away again, this time at the dead building behind them. She seemed to be deep in thought.
Then you must tell me what happened.
Inside of the building, they sat around the counter in the front room. Coffee was brewing quietly.
The room clearly had not been cleaned for quite some time. Dust gathered in corners, dirt sprang up from the carpet. The couch had holes in it and it was worn out. The counter had missing parts as the stools had missing legs. The refrigerator was not functional, but the electricity remained.
He handed the girl a mug of steaming coffee. She merely stared at it. Please tell me . . .
"Well . . ." he began. He paused, searching for the words. "I–––" he began once more. He sighed. "You have to understand my life first. What I've been through," he explained. She waited patiently. Those eyes were so intense . . . .
"It started when I was little . . ." Her expression never changed. "I lived with my parents from the day I was born until . . . well, it happened," he continued slowly.
She looked off into the distance until she finally said, I do not understand. What are these 'parents'?
He stared at her incredulously. How could she possibly not know? Didn't everyone have parents? Apparently not, he supposed. "Parents ––– parents are your mother and father. The ones who give you life and love. They care for you until ––– until the day they die." He said this last part quietly.
She looked as solemn as always. I see.
"Well, my parents were the best that could ever be. They were loving and caring like nobody else. They ––– they were the people who brought me to this earth and carried me through my childhood.
"My mother ––– she was the best cook I'll ever know. She made her food with love. She had infinite amounts of love, too, and she knew just how to show it. One day I went out into the woods by myself and got lost. I was in there for hours until I heard my name being called and footsteps behind me. When I looked to see what it was, there was Mom tearing through the brush, dirt on her face, hair all frazzled, and cuts on her legs, running to me. When she got there, she nearly suffocated me in a hug. And she just kept on saying how much she loved me and how very worried she'd been.
"And my father ––– the strong, sensitive man that I loved so dearly. We used to do so many things together ––– he taught me how to fish until I realized how wrong it was. And when I told him what I thought of innocent beings being lured into a hook that pierces them and eventually kills them, he stopped fishing immediately. It was amazing that he respected my opinion that much that he would quit his favorite hobby. Then whenever we visited the pond, we would skip rocks, which was just as fun. He always seemed so tough and everything, I didn't think there was a single tear in him ––– until that fateful day when I wandered down to the pond and ended up almost drowning. I blacked out and when I woke up, there was Dad looking over me, holding my hand, suddenly crying in joy. He hugged me tightly for a long time and was crying out, 'You're okay! It's a miracle! I love you so much . . .'"
He was reminiscing about those beautiful, happy times. He almost had a ghost of a smile on his face, until he looked around at the destroyed room he was in, at the harsh reality that surrounded him. He suddenly turned cold again. "And then they were gone," he said despairingly.
She looked at him carefully. What happened? she asked.
He looked at her, then away.
"They were murdered."
Short, yes I know . . . DON"T KILL ME! No worries, I'm going to post two more chapters today, so BE PATIENT!
(sweatdrop) Please review!
And yes, I do have random conversations with myself. DEAL WITH IT.