Chapter 4 part 2
I own NOTHING in this story. The only own the one character and the plot, and said character hasn't even made an appearance yet.
Everything belongs to Square Enix. EVERYTHING.
The song I use in here belongs to Hikaru Utada – Sanctuary.
And the other song at the end is All Those Pretty Lights- Andrew Belle
I apologize in advance for any discomfort that you may feel in this story, and if it brings up any bad memories that relate to you in anyway.
You have been warned.
To start out I want to explain what PSTD is. PSTD is simply this- Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is an intense physical and emotional response to thoughts and reminders of the event that last for many weeks or months after the traumatic event. The symptoms of PTSD fall into three broad types: re-living, avoidance and increased arousal.
Symptoms of re-living include flashbacks, nightmares, and extreme emotional and physical reactions to reminders of the event. Emotional reactions can include Feeling guilty, extreme fear of harm, and numbing of emotions. Physical reactions can include uncontrollable shaking, chills or heart palpitations, and tension headaches.
Symptoms of avoidance include staying away from activities, places, thoughts, or feelings related to the trauma or feeling detached or estranged from others.
Symptoms of increased arousal include being overly alert or easily startled, Difficulty sleeping, irritability or outbursts of anger, and lack of concentration.
Now without further ado, I begin this sad, twisted and DEPRESSING chapter.
"Uncle Victor, I hate to remind you, but you're sitting in my chair, again." I told him evenly, with a nasty lying undertone beneath.
"We were just leaving now anyways. "He said, with a snotty tone.
While getting up I heard him say "Not like you'll ever see this stupid chair again." under his breath.
While I was putting the duffle bags into car myself, I couldn't help but wonder why he was here. I mean, like why now, after all these years? After thinking, and not coming up with an answer, I gave up on trying. I finished putting the duffle bags in the car. After that I began to head back inside to use the bathroom and make sure that Sora was done getting the main bag ready that he would sit next to in the car.
After entering the front door, I saw him, SITTING IN MY CHAIR, AGAIN! 'Just let it go. Let it go Cloud.' As I made my way up the stairs and into my room, I saw Sora Sitting on the bed, staring out into space, with a sad look on his face. I ignored him long enough to use the bathroom, and splash some water on my face. When I came out of the bathroom, I went and sat next to Sora.
"Sora, what's the matter? Like, what's wrong, Sor?" I asked him kindly.
"I had a vision. I saw a car on the side of the road; it looked like it ran into the side-railing. I think it was Mom and Dad's car, I couldn't see, though because the vision was in black and white. Cloud, I'm scared." He said, nearly tearing up just at the thought of losing our mom and dad. So I did the only thing I could do. I gave him a big hug, then lowered his head onto my lap, began stoking his hair,
and started to sing one of his favourite songs.
In you and I, there's a new land
Angels in flight
My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
Music inside
What's left of me
What's left of me now?
I watch you fast asleep
All I fear means nothing
In you and I, there's a new land
Angels in flight
My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away
Music inside
What's left of me,
What's left of me?
(So many ups and downs)
My heart's a battleground
(I need true emotions)
(I need more affection than you know)
(I need true emotions)
You show me how to see
That nothing is whole and nothing is broken
In you and I, there's a new land
Angels in flight
My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
Where fears and lies melt away,
Music inside
What's left of me,
What's left of me now?
My fears, my lies.
Melt away
After singing to Sora, he drifted off into a light comatose-like sleep. I picked him up, and the instant I did, he pulled his legs around my waist, circled his arms around my neck and nestled his head into my chest. As I walked down the stairs, I saw Uncle Victor look at us. And the look he gave me was look of pure disgust
and hatred. The look on his face just sent me rapid thoughts. Like 'Why would he give me that look? Why does he care that I'm holding Sora?' And even more, 'Why do I care what he thinks all of a sudden?'
I was done thinking about questions that I had no answers to, and that would just make even madder, than I was in first place. So instead, I ignored Uncle Victor, and continued to carry Sora down the stairs and out the door to the car. With some effort, I managed to get the front door open with my foot (with no help from Uncle Victor), get down the stairs, and open the side door to the car, (again, with no help from Uncle Victor). And laid Sora down on the backseat, carefully. After that feat was done, I carefully shut the car door, and opened the trunk door to put all of the duffle bags in the back.
After that was done, Uncle Victor was still sitting in my chair. AGAIN! As I made my way up the stairs to make sure that Sora had gathered everything that was required, I made my way to the bathroom, again. After that was done, I went about turning off everything. 'Waste not, Want not. Mom and Dad always say', I thought to myself.
Once that was done, I headed downstairs and imagine my surprise when I found Sora, who was not in the car where I left him, back inside sitting in my chair, with Uncle Victor sitting as far as humanly possible away from Sora. It took all I had in me not to burst out laughing at the sight in front of me. So, with a lazy, half-ass poker face plastered on my face, I went to the kitchen and made sure
that everything was off.
Once again, I picked Sora up, and he resumed the same position he had before. He pulled his legs around my waist, circled his arms around my neck and nestled his head into my chest.
"Oh, and dearest Uncle Victor, don't even think about giving me dirty looks this time. And don't even try to deny the first time you did it too. Because I saw you do it. Now, if you're ready to go, please do.", I told Uncle Victor, "Now Sora, why don't you tell me why you left the car after you were asleep?" I asked him a gentle voice, which was somewhat quiet. Sora was known to get massive headaches after he woke up sometimes. What can I say, it runs in the family. The four of us have been known to have chronic massive migraines that last for days at a time.
"I woke up and you weren't there next to me. I was alone and I was scared. Please don't leave me again." Sora asked sadly.
"Never, Sora. Never. Never again. Would you go back to sleep if I sang to you again? I know how much you love it when I sing to you, though I don't know why." I said with a slight chuckle.
"Yes please. Please sing to me." Sora asked with a tired look on his face.
After the three of us got into the car, Sora and I in the backseat and Uncle Victor driving down out of the driveway and onto the road, I began to sing to Sora.
the wind blows through your hair
as you're walking people stare
up the block
and down the street
to north kings highway
and there's a beating in my
chest
and it's seeming to suggest
that before this day is through
it might
go my way
so I sit back in my seat
i scribble down something that's
sweet
about a boy, a girl
and endless stretch of scenery
cause it's like
falling to your knees
before a stranger on the street
i did it just the other
day
you should have seen me
oh and i wanna remember this night
and how my
words never
came out right
it's just my patience that keeps
me alive
just
like all those pretty lights
just like all those pretty lights
in the
sky
there's something to be said
about the colors in your head
and how
they mix to form
the perfect shade of sadness
not because of things I've
done
or any of the songs I've sung
it's just the story of our lives
we wish
we had this
and i remember we stayed up
way past you're bedtime
up on the
2nd floor
down by my sliding door
just innocent kids
in a victimless
crime
trapped in a metaphor
hoping for something more
Thank you to my editor, Alicat5621, for fixing my story, and going through the endless reminders I send you every day at lunch. You rock!