Never gonna + l e a v e + your soul alone // Stare
Jul 10, 2012 10:52:48 GMT -5
Post by rook on Jul 10, 2012 10:52:48 GMT -5
r u b i k + w o o d a r d s
and if we look to tomorrow
and we know that these kids will follow
where we go and these steps are hollow
he’s gonna haunt your home and break your bones
never gonna leave your soul alone
because the things you’ve got will leave you all
on your own, own
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People say that losing someone you love isn't easy. They're right. People also say that as time goes on, you learn to deal with the pain, it will get easier, you accept and learn, you move on. They're wrong. Maybe for normal people, maybe for people with older parents or infantile children. Maybe even those who, like me, have lost a sibling... Even they move on. But losing a twin? It's much more than a brother I've lost... I've lost a part of myself... And no matter how much time passes, I'll always feel like half a person.
I've no more tears for Pandora, I'm empty. I feel like drained wretch, lost and emotionless. I spend my days staring into nothing, Hope worries, Dad laughs.
My father... The one person who could possibly be a bigger asshole than Pandora ever was. He spewed Pan's dark side, it was him that made him who he was... This item of attraction that made ladies swoon. It's not looks, Pandora's actually moderately average... If it were looks, I'd be just as popular with women, at least on first glance... But Pandora and I are the same in terms of looks, so evidently it's this rebellious streak that made him so... Sleazy... And yeah, my father had a part to play. He was always dragging him back, holding him down from what he could be. He abused us as kids, but Pan was always the target. I was a success at school, Pan wasn't so naturally intelligent. Dad always told him he would amount to nothing... That's where I think it brewed.
He laughed. He watched his son, his creation, he watched him burn on that beach... He saw the shrapnel dig into his back, saw the pain on the face of his child and laughed. Drunken bastard... If I wasn't so shocked at what was going on at the time, I would have hit him. It's not wise, Dad keeps a roof over our heads and could easily beat me down anyway. It's not like it's the first time he's tried.
One day, you'll be strong enough to confront him...
My hair is getting long. Longer than Pan's, plus I need to shave too, my face looks ragged and stubborn, especially my sideburns and my neck. As I enjoy the slow walk home from work, I realize I'm becoming a man. I bring in the most income, and although my Dad has a full on beard, I'm starting to get to the three-day-beard stage of puberty, signalling that in a few months, the hormones will cut down too. I will, genetically, be a man.
I stop by the market and spot some leeks. Pan always made leek pie when it was his turn to cook, so I decide that it'd be nice for the three of us to enjoy it, a sentiment for Pandora. I approach the vendor, he knows me well and gives his regards for all of the Woodards' at this time. I thank him and pick my selection of vegetables for the week, leeks included. He gives me the leeks for free and I don't turn down the hospitality.
I then head over to the joinery. I buy two pheasants, getting no free hospitality here. The butcher never liked Pandora, my twin often stole from here because of the high prices. I can afford the decent meat now that we're only catering for three, but I'm still shocked at the butcher's lack of words, he just gives me an angry glare.
"Eh... Y'win some, y'lose some..." I mutter as I leave, not complaining at the decent batch of goods I'm able to bring home.
All that's left is the bakery for some bread and the all important pastry for Pan's leek pie. My chest is heavy and everything seems dark, although the sun peaks through. I scratch my face and carry on forwards, pheasants hung over my shoulder, basket of vegetables in my hand. It just feels like I'm buying less, which I am, and that's what hurts.
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notes: Rook/Stare thread.
theme: Kids in Glass Houses - "Hunt the Haunted"