Post by Druze on Jun 1, 2006 14:09:22 GMT -5
Laying there, his body stiff with sleep, many thought he might actually be dead if witnessed his sleeping habits. The sudden burst of heavy rock made the boy jump from his slumber landing on his wooden floor. A loud grown was admitted from him as he rose. He lifted himself back to his bed, his sleeping wasn't done yet. Throwing the blankets back over his body. He drifted back to his dead like slumber as the music drowned on.
Today he was lucky not to be awoken, after all it was a Saturday and no one was home. He never got up with his so called family. His mother was the only one who had cared for him, which didn't seem to faze him for the time being. The music soon shut off, after the boy had headed back to dream land.
Two weeks had passed since high school had let out for the summer. Not that it wasn't summer all year round. Sweet heat of Miami Florida.
He spent the first week catching up on sleep, parties and friends. The girlfriend had not been around since his 10th year. So now his time was spent among other things. He now frequently worked at the local cd shop and was paid good money. He loved working there, but things could be better in other parts of his life.
His sister and mother had been killed two and a half years ago. A week from now. A drunk driver was speeding through a red light and hit them. Life had come to a halt for him then. The one person in his life that had tried to care for him had been killed, he wasn't sure where to go. For a long time contemplated suicide. His father a dangerous drunk, had turned back to his drinking after the loss of his wife and his 'only child' came to attack the boy on a constant bases. He wasn't sure what to do, leave? Where to? He was never taken to see family, because after all he didn't exist according to his father.
Life had started to move on the following year. The boy kept out of his fathers way and got good grades. He was smart, but closed. He rarely let new people into his life. Many understood his troubles, and left him to be. Others though never made sense of it and tortured him day and night. His love, soon left him not sure what to do with his suicidal tendencies, and frequent 'visits' to the hospital. Life would move on. It had to.
The boy now rose late in the afternoon to his dark room. Covered in black paint and posters of the odd rock or metal group. Mostly art work plastered the walls. Some of his mother, some of his last love, some of pets and friends. His other talent, his writing was locked away in many spiral books one day to be read to his love. They now a wait the day for him to read them again. His room and other parts of the house covered with books, to be read or already done so. Nothing covered up the silence more then a boy reading his books, writing his poems, or drawing the night away.
He smiled placing his hand around the small dragon pendant his mother had given him a few years before her death. He whispered the soft poem he wrote for her, weeks before her death. He rose slowly and petted his black cat that slept every night with him. "The day has started, and maybe it won't be a total waste" He spoke to himself and the cat. The day had sure begun.
Today he was lucky not to be awoken, after all it was a Saturday and no one was home. He never got up with his so called family. His mother was the only one who had cared for him, which didn't seem to faze him for the time being. The music soon shut off, after the boy had headed back to dream land.
Two weeks had passed since high school had let out for the summer. Not that it wasn't summer all year round. Sweet heat of Miami Florida.
He spent the first week catching up on sleep, parties and friends. The girlfriend had not been around since his 10th year. So now his time was spent among other things. He now frequently worked at the local cd shop and was paid good money. He loved working there, but things could be better in other parts of his life.
His sister and mother had been killed two and a half years ago. A week from now. A drunk driver was speeding through a red light and hit them. Life had come to a halt for him then. The one person in his life that had tried to care for him had been killed, he wasn't sure where to go. For a long time contemplated suicide. His father a dangerous drunk, had turned back to his drinking after the loss of his wife and his 'only child' came to attack the boy on a constant bases. He wasn't sure what to do, leave? Where to? He was never taken to see family, because after all he didn't exist according to his father.
Life had started to move on the following year. The boy kept out of his fathers way and got good grades. He was smart, but closed. He rarely let new people into his life. Many understood his troubles, and left him to be. Others though never made sense of it and tortured him day and night. His love, soon left him not sure what to do with his suicidal tendencies, and frequent 'visits' to the hospital. Life would move on. It had to.
The boy now rose late in the afternoon to his dark room. Covered in black paint and posters of the odd rock or metal group. Mostly art work plastered the walls. Some of his mother, some of his last love, some of pets and friends. His other talent, his writing was locked away in many spiral books one day to be read to his love. They now a wait the day for him to read them again. His room and other parts of the house covered with books, to be read or already done so. Nothing covered up the silence more then a boy reading his books, writing his poems, or drawing the night away.
He smiled placing his hand around the small dragon pendant his mother had given him a few years before her death. He whispered the soft poem he wrote for her, weeks before her death. He rose slowly and petted his black cat that slept every night with him. "The day has started, and maybe it won't be a total waste" He spoke to himself and the cat. The day had sure begun.