Post by Junkrat on Mar 7, 2017 4:39:38 GMT
It was raining, which felt tragically appropriate for the heavy mood between the two people in the car. One weighted down by hard choices, the other by the oppressive, crippling empty that had become his life for the last two years, or maybe it was three by now, he'd stopped keeping track of the days and years a long time ago. They all melted together into a mess, like a still wet painting left out in the rain, he hated it, he hated that he couldn't remember all the things they'd tried to do for him, he supposed maybe the memories would come back when these black claws let go of him, but as of right now there was nothing but a blur of crushing sadness, with a grip so tight he could barely breath.
The last few years had seen a dramatic and alarming change in the boy who had once been so bright, he was dull now, dull and seemingly lacking all the color in his face and his eyes. He'd been a strong boy, but by now he was all but nothing, and this was the only option they had left that didn't involve watching him slowly collapse in on himself.
He knew that he should feel a lot of things right now, he was being left behind at some care facility, to be pawed at and passed around by people who probably didn't actually care, people who only saw him as a paycheck, another mouth to feed, a burden. He supposed it was good, better than forcing his mother and father to keep shouldering him, better than making them suffer through him suffering. At least here they didn't have to watch. They deserved better, after everything they'd tried for him, they deserved better.
He stole a glance over at his mother, wanting to say a million things, but he didn't, he couldn't, talking only made things worse. Would she visit him? Would his dad visit him? Would they remember his birthdays? Or would he slowly fade from their memories as they tried to put their lives back on track. The thought brought tears to his eyes, and he couldn't help the impulse to voice this, "you're going to forget me...Dad too...Right?" He didn't look at her, he couldn't bring himself to, "it's better that way..." His voice was flat, but markedly sad. He hated this.
The last few years had seen a dramatic and alarming change in the boy who had once been so bright, he was dull now, dull and seemingly lacking all the color in his face and his eyes. He'd been a strong boy, but by now he was all but nothing, and this was the only option they had left that didn't involve watching him slowly collapse in on himself.
He knew that he should feel a lot of things right now, he was being left behind at some care facility, to be pawed at and passed around by people who probably didn't actually care, people who only saw him as a paycheck, another mouth to feed, a burden. He supposed it was good, better than forcing his mother and father to keep shouldering him, better than making them suffer through him suffering. At least here they didn't have to watch. They deserved better, after everything they'd tried for him, they deserved better.
He stole a glance over at his mother, wanting to say a million things, but he didn't, he couldn't, talking only made things worse. Would she visit him? Would his dad visit him? Would they remember his birthdays? Or would he slowly fade from their memories as they tried to put their lives back on track. The thought brought tears to his eyes, and he couldn't help the impulse to voice this, "you're going to forget me...Dad too...Right?" He didn't look at her, he couldn't bring himself to, "it's better that way..." His voice was flat, but markedly sad. He hated this.
