torsten alvah // district four // cb fin
Sept 21, 2018 12:00:36 GMT -5
Post by ghosty on Sept 21, 2018 12:00:36 GMT -5
T O R S T E N
He looked into my 5-year old eyes, with a sly smile. "Anything you want?" He knew I never did, never would. He never stopped asking those questions, until a couple of months back. Who needs gifts when you already have everything? But, he never listened.
The next day, the newest toy, the thing that caught my attention, whatever it was was at the foot of my bed, as my eyes shoot open with the first boat leaving in the morning. Not many kids wished that they wouldn't get the latest stuff, just for a change. I want gets you nothing, they say. For me, it only gave me double. I was spoiled, more so than 3-week old milk, curdled and split shelves full of gifts, and unused things. He never let me throw anything away.
But only if he saw me.
He promised me anything, yet I wanted nothing else; isn't that ironic? I wanted to feel longing for something, give gifts to other people who'd appreciate it. To the kids of the people who work for him. I never told him those thoughts. He told me to keep my curtains closed when he goes outside to see them. Told me that he'll let me come with him when its time. "When its your business, then you'll be ready."
I guess he didn't want me looking out, seeing a different person than the one that spoilt me stupid, the one with fire in his eyes, flames licking around his teeth. Like a monster. "It's only business, son. No need to stress about it yet. I'm getting it ready for you." But he doesn't know that the crack in my curtains shows his true character. I don't want to be caught up as the son of a monster, of a shark.
He beams when he comes back into our house, arms hidden behind his back. "Are you ready to know what you're going to be inheriting?" I didn't want any toys then. I guess this is the same thing now.
I still won't have a choice.seventeen
district four
