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kh_drabbleChallenge: [098] Mother
Title: Lost Boys
Word Count: 373
Spoilers: concept of 'nobodies'
Notes: This isn't half as original after![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dilly_spandle's excellent piece, and not as eloquent as it was in my head, but--I couldn't help it. It had to come out. So, here it is! I'm sure I'm not the only one who's thought this before... >3
Edit: Fixed the italics! =D
Title: Lost Boys
Word Count: 373
Spoilers: concept of 'nobodies'
Notes: This isn't half as original after
dilly_spandle's excellent piece, and not as eloquent as it was in my head, but--I couldn't help it. It had to come out. So, here it is! I'm sure I'm not the only one who's thought this before... >3Edit: Fixed the italics! =D
Ale is careful when he walks up the steps in pitch-darkness. It's midday, but there are always drunks and junkies littering the building, hiding in the failure of the lamps, in the absence of windows. His cigarette doubles as a flashlight: just as effective, less expensive and infinitely more satisfying. His face is on fire and the smoke grants him escape. In hindsight, his decision was a bit rash, but he still believes, as he rubs the bandages, that he owes this to his little brother.
He wishes fervently that he could forget his mother. He wishes that he could erase all his hate and his anger and resentment, his jealousy. He wishes he could unmake three nights ago, his control lost over a child's regret of soft words and gentle smiles. He wishes she hadn't only coddled her youngest, her baby. He wish she'd left him more than just a tazer. He wishes she'd just left. He wishes she hadn't left. She wishes she hadn't lived at all, so she couldn't die and leave two half-grown kids alone to rot in these hellhole slums. His hatred towards her belies his hatred towards himself.
The door is weak and does not lock. Once he kicked it open and the hinges had snapped. He rubs the butt of his cigarette against the wall as he comes in, trickling ash. The putrid scent of their apartment is only partly diminished by the open window. His little brother leans his head against the sill, occasionally reaching up to rub the deep scratch marks Ale had left. Ale had left. It is obvious by the child's gaunt face that he had not eaten since.
Gathering his courage, the young man dares step closer to the window, the floor feeling cold through his thin sneakers.
"I have a surprise for you," he states into the dim, filtering gray light, but his brother doesn't hear him, or doesn't care. So Ale ventures up, crawling on all fours to settle next to the smaller child, as brightly red-haired as he is. Reno is crying, the tears trailing through the deep welts like small canals. Ale's vision becomes very wet. He reaches up and takes the bandages from his cheeks.
"See? I'm like you, now."
He wishes fervently that he could forget his mother. He wishes that he could erase all his hate and his anger and resentment, his jealousy. He wishes he could unmake three nights ago, his control lost over a child's regret of soft words and gentle smiles. He wishes she hadn't only coddled her youngest, her baby. He wish she'd left him more than just a tazer. He wishes she'd just left. He wishes she hadn't left. She wishes she hadn't lived at all, so she couldn't die and leave two half-grown kids alone to rot in these hellhole slums. His hatred towards her belies his hatred towards himself.
The door is weak and does not lock. Once he kicked it open and the hinges had snapped. He rubs the butt of his cigarette against the wall as he comes in, trickling ash. The putrid scent of their apartment is only partly diminished by the open window. His little brother leans his head against the sill, occasionally reaching up to rub the deep scratch marks Ale had left. Ale had left. It is obvious by the child's gaunt face that he had not eaten since.
Gathering his courage, the young man dares step closer to the window, the floor feeling cold through his thin sneakers.
"I have a surprise for you," he states into the dim, filtering gray light, but his brother doesn't hear him, or doesn't care. So Ale ventures up, crawling on all fours to settle next to the smaller child, as brightly red-haired as he is. Reno is crying, the tears trailing through the deep welts like small canals. Ale's vision becomes very wet. He reaches up and takes the bandages from his cheeks.
"See? I'm like you, now."
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Date: 2007-03-14 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 02:41 am (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGRkFcwaJlk -- (as close as we'll come to) blatant gay flirting between Reno and his long-time work partner, Rude. =D
You can also look him up on Wiki! =D
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Date: 2007-03-21 07:36 am (UTC)XD.