Post by Oliver Vail on Nov 7, 2015 1:42:57 GMT
I was already missing before the night I left
Just me and my shadow and all of my regrets
It might of been his fifteenth birthday, but that didn't actually mean anyone really cared. His father was off at the bar again, and Zephyr was positive he was going to be there until at least dawn. His mother was off doing god knows what with god knows who, and he wasn't really expecting her home until extremely late either. Of course, she always somehow managed to slip in before his father had, and lucky for her Zephyr knew how to keep his mouth shut. He had to in fear of it being sewn shut for him. It wasn't like he had any desire to let his mother's little secrets slip anyways. He really didn't want any more yelling then there already was to enter the damn household. Every time a voice was raised, fists seemed to follow. He had the bruises to prove it.
This was life, unfortunately. This was how it always was and would always be. Zephyr had no hopes for his future, and his parents put an end to any dreams that might have even started to fester. Who needed any of that seemingly happy garbage anyways? All of it was a lie. It'd come crashing down one way or another even if he managed to taste a shred of it. His parents enjoyed making him sure that he knew just how much he didn't deserve to smile.
Zephyr had been cleaning since he'd basically opened his eyes this morning. Instead of a happy birthday, he'd gotten a broom thrown at him and a couple curse words tossed his way by his mother. His parents had been fighting about something or another, and he really didn't want to risk any of that wrath coming toward him. So, like a good little boy he did everything he was told. Of course, that didn't stop his father from giving him a push or two just because he could before he left. If Zephyr ever found a genie, he'd definitely be wishing for his parents anger issues to disappear. His second wish would be their happiness (even if in the future, he finally realizes they don't deserve a shred of it), and his third wish would be to be the perfect son. A son that they'd be proud of. A son that could do no wrong.
Lost in his train of thought as he wiped down one of the old wooden counters in the kitchen, he hadn't even been paying attention to the fact that his hand was about to collide with a jar of sugar. When he did finally notice, it had been too late. The jar had already been knocked off the counter, falling to the floor. It hit the ground with a loud smash and the sound of shattering glass soon followed. His eyes widened. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" He began to panic, dropping to his knees right in front of the shattered glass and spattered sugar. Quickly, he grabbed a cloth and started pushing the mess together, tears in his eyes, his breath becoming quicker. "Mum' is going to be so mad..." He muttered, picking up a piece of glass and staring at it as though his heart had just shattered along with it.
He dropped it, putting his hands on his face as he rocked back and forth a little bit. He pulled his knees in, pushing some of the sugar around with his feet. Why did you do that? Why are you so stupid? Why can't you pay attention? That's when a thought dawned on him. Didn't his father have some sort of adhesive in the cupboard? He remembered him using it to keep his door shut once. He lifted his head up, eyes peering at the cupboard above the counter. Maybe if he could put the jar back together and put the sugar back into it, it'd be alright. His mother would definitely be able to tell, but maybe she would be a little less angry if he managed to fix the problem.
With that thought, Zephyr got back to his feet and put a knee on the counter, lifting himself up to open the door of the cupboard. They were obscenely high up, given the fact that his father had apparently built them before he was even born and both his parents might be considered giants in some storybooks. Even though Zephyr was tall for his age, he wasn't quite able to reach without hoisting himself up. He reached inside and pulled another jar off of a shelf. Studying it, he smiled when it was confirmed that it was what he'd wanted it to be.
Zephyr tucked the jar under his arm as he began to climb off of the counter. Unfortunately, his foot hit the handle of the cabinet underneath the counter in just the wrong way. He lost his footing and went tumbling backwards. His head banged against the table and before he knew it, he was on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The jar underneath his arm... Well, that had just become another mess of shattered glass.
This was life, unfortunately. This was how it always was and would always be. Zephyr had no hopes for his future, and his parents put an end to any dreams that might have even started to fester. Who needed any of that seemingly happy garbage anyways? All of it was a lie. It'd come crashing down one way or another even if he managed to taste a shred of it. His parents enjoyed making him sure that he knew just how much he didn't deserve to smile.
Zephyr had been cleaning since he'd basically opened his eyes this morning. Instead of a happy birthday, he'd gotten a broom thrown at him and a couple curse words tossed his way by his mother. His parents had been fighting about something or another, and he really didn't want to risk any of that wrath coming toward him. So, like a good little boy he did everything he was told. Of course, that didn't stop his father from giving him a push or two just because he could before he left. If Zephyr ever found a genie, he'd definitely be wishing for his parents anger issues to disappear. His second wish would be their happiness (even if in the future, he finally realizes they don't deserve a shred of it), and his third wish would be to be the perfect son. A son that they'd be proud of. A son that could do no wrong.
Lost in his train of thought as he wiped down one of the old wooden counters in the kitchen, he hadn't even been paying attention to the fact that his hand was about to collide with a jar of sugar. When he did finally notice, it had been too late. The jar had already been knocked off the counter, falling to the floor. It hit the ground with a loud smash and the sound of shattering glass soon followed. His eyes widened. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" He began to panic, dropping to his knees right in front of the shattered glass and spattered sugar. Quickly, he grabbed a cloth and started pushing the mess together, tears in his eyes, his breath becoming quicker. "Mum' is going to be so mad..." He muttered, picking up a piece of glass and staring at it as though his heart had just shattered along with it.
He dropped it, putting his hands on his face as he rocked back and forth a little bit. He pulled his knees in, pushing some of the sugar around with his feet. Why did you do that? Why are you so stupid? Why can't you pay attention? That's when a thought dawned on him. Didn't his father have some sort of adhesive in the cupboard? He remembered him using it to keep his door shut once. He lifted his head up, eyes peering at the cupboard above the counter. Maybe if he could put the jar back together and put the sugar back into it, it'd be alright. His mother would definitely be able to tell, but maybe she would be a little less angry if he managed to fix the problem.
With that thought, Zephyr got back to his feet and put a knee on the counter, lifting himself up to open the door of the cupboard. They were obscenely high up, given the fact that his father had apparently built them before he was even born and both his parents might be considered giants in some storybooks. Even though Zephyr was tall for his age, he wasn't quite able to reach without hoisting himself up. He reached inside and pulled another jar off of a shelf. Studying it, he smiled when it was confirmed that it was what he'd wanted it to be.
Zephyr tucked the jar under his arm as he began to climb off of the counter. Unfortunately, his foot hit the handle of the cabinet underneath the counter in just the wrong way. He lost his footing and went tumbling backwards. His head banged against the table and before he knew it, he was on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. The jar underneath his arm... Well, that had just become another mess of shattered glass.
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