Summary: Drabbles and Prompts and Quotes
Warning: I own none of this and the quotes belong to F. Gabdon.
Breathing Just A Little
I am always convinced
that others are happier
than I am.
That perhaps they
know something more
about life and living
than I do.
Maybe-
there is a lesson
I have missed.
Perhaps-
there is a secret
I am yet to learn.
- The grass is always greener
Law works hard to be a life-saver, to be better than his father who is the best in the whole country.
Flevance, White City.
Law works hard, top of his class at school and studying to be a surgeon-to save people's lives.
The thought brings a smile to his face.
Everyday there are festivals and foreign people arriving but Law doesn't pay them a single glance.
Even the one with shiny, blonde hair, with a swirl for an eyebrow and long-lashed blue, sparkly brightness in her eyes as she talks with a man with a large mane of blonde hair.
(And later in the years he will see another blonde with a swirly eyebrow and realize the connection except there is a hidden darkness in his own blue).
There are children his age, even his younger sister, playing and grinning and licking ice cream.
Law takes a a small step before retreating into himself.
He has a dream to accomplish, he doesn't have time.
This is what he tells Sister who looks at him with understanding but drags him off to the festival anyway despite Law's wishes.
And even then Law cannot enjoy himself because he doesn't know how to have fun, he doesn't know which games to play and his favorite ice cream flavor ran out.
Lammy gets sick.
Law works harder and harder and harder and harder and consoles her and holds are hand.
(And even though she's in so much pain, Law thinks that he's hurting even more and there is an ache in his heart which his father or him can't fix).
Law doesn't lose hope when classmates of Lammy die; people are being shot and left in the streets and Law examines all of their corpses with tears in his eyes and presses his ear to horribly, still chests and touches each pulse hoping there is a heartbeat.
(Did you know that everyone in Flevance are tightly knitted and some say, like cut from the same cloth?).
Law knows them all.
Betty who ran the bakery-she used to give him free stuff.
Drake who was the mayor and visited each individual house to make sure everyone was OK.
Old man Drew who told them stories.
There are more he's lost and so he works harder.
A white tint on his own skin forgotten because the agony in his heart is too much but Law smiles, gently, to his sister.
Hurry, he thinks, get better soon.
Please, please, don't make it a reality. I have three years to live, and you-none. Don't make it true, live, Lammy!
There is smoke and fire in the building and gun-shots and gruff voices of men who do society proud.
(Who will then grab some rum and get drunk and the world will call them heroes and then they'll soak up the attention and believe they did something justified).
Law hides Lammy in a cupboard and runs, until he stops and he realizes with breathless certainty as he drops to the floor and grabs the dirtied strands on his head, that the bodies on the floor, this time, are his parents.
He does it again, ear on chest and the unnatural stills breaks a dam because these are his parents and the great surgeon, his father and his kind, beautiful mother.
And they are dead.
His parents are dead.
Law runs, evading bullets that will go through his body like a knife to butter.
Leaving the building, he meets up with Sister and she tells him what he hopes to be the true.
They'll be safe in this madness.
Law goes back the way he came from, to get Lammy-his only living relative.
There's an inferno, a great blaze and the heat licks at Law and taunts him to come forward as his eyes watch it in horror.
"Lammy," He whispers trying to comprehend what was happening right before his eyes. "No... LAMMY!"
His parents hospital, his family and his home is being burnt... by the World Government, the people who were supposed to protect them.
Law turns tail once again and goes to find Sister, the only person truly left-
No, no no no nonononononoNO!
Law is too late.
They're all dead.
All of the kids who licked ice cream and played games.
Sister who always gave him advice.
Lammy, his younger sister.
His parents, who loved him.
Flevance, his home.
And so Law holes himself in all the dead bodies and doesn't flinch when the stench comes in contact with his nose and he doesn't bother putting his ear on chests nor does he seem bothered by the eye ball watching him.
Law laughs, long and hard and so incredibly fake.
Then he cries, tears pouring down his eyes and he clenches his heart in pain.
Law does not make a sound.
(Because he has to live, for Flevance, who the world did wrong).
"There are things
the things we've lost
the things we've lost in the
fire
fire
FIRE."
Law works hard to be a life-saver, to be better then his father who is the best in the whole country.
Flevance, White City.
Law works hard, top of his class and studying to be a surgeon-to save people's lives.
The thought brings a scoff to his mouth.