Ghost of a Father's Touch
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
730
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ghost of a Father's Touch
Song is 30 Seconds To Mars' "Echelon"
Character is mine.
To read more copy and paste this URL http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=phoenix_academy
Ghost Of A Father's Touch
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Look at the separation in the borderline
But don\'t look at everything here inside
And be afraid, afraid to speak your mind
-
"How can you treat your own son so coldly?!"
"He is not my son"¦"
"You drunk bastard! He has your name!"
"He's not my son."
"Warren is our only child, how can you-\"
\"He is not my son, you whore!"
"Warren!"
"Why does he only resemble you?! His mother's skin, his mother's hair- even his puny build is yours!"
"He has your eyes!!"
"Blue eyes, which he could have gotten from any sperm donor!"
"What would prove him to you then?! We've done the tests- what more do you want from the boy? For him to grow wings?!"
"He is not my son."
-
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
-
Five words that have haunted me since I was a child; the hated glares, heated arguments, eyes like my own narrowed into slits, and then cold disregard, but it's those five words that make me slam my door in the end or climb out my bedroom window a story up to find solace in pounding the pavement of the dark streets of our neighborhood.
-
What\'s with the fascination with the Echelon
What\'s with the constant questions that you have this time
What\'s with this circumstantial consequence
Find oversight before this night will ever rise again
It\'s all you\'ve got inside your head, better get up and leave instead
-
That's what I do tonight, walk from one house to the next, registering my friends' homes without a glance, hating them for the normal families they have. Why couldn't my mom and dad not notice me like all the other parents? I'm seven years old, walking outside alone, in the dark, way past curfew, and contemplating suicide and the affects it would have on these well-to-do and politically correct suburbanites, each more of a 50's manufactured clone than the next.
As I pass by Thomas' darkened driveway my mom's voice keeps pounding in my head in perfect time with my racing heartbeat. "He doesn't mean it, baby. Sometimes daddy doesn't know how to express himself." Express what, mom? His anger at me? his family? himself? But I guess I should be grateful- after all, I could have a "daddy" who expresses himself by chopping his aggravations into little bloody pieces and then shoving a twin barrel down his own throat.
-
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
-
The thought of Warren Worthington the third, my father, doing such acts actually brings a smile to my face. In order to chop me up he would have to touch me, and I know that if our skin ever met it would probably burn and peel, decaying on contact. Even on the cellular level I doubt highly he could stand me. The mental image of his sperm being warded off from my mother's egg by a force field is too much to bear and I let out a bark of laughter, which wasn't supposed to sound like a strangled sob, or echo in the darkness.
-
To find ourselves lost here within we need reasons why
So we take this bridge with the other\'s that will thrive in the great divide
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
-
Attempting to swallow my dry tongue, the playground is only a block away and I run to it as if it were my dad's love and acceptance. However, just like the old man, the gates are locked and I'm beating and clawing at the chain-link fence, and tears I hadn't even realized forming are now running down my cheeks and nose, into the corners of my dried and bleeding lips, down to my neck to collect in my sweaty shirt collar.
Crying against a cold metal fence is more comforting than I had thought and I press my forehead against it, eyes squeezed shut and yet the tears find their way out and, eventually, so do the sobs.
-
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
-
An hour passes by like that until I feel something draped over my shaking shoulders, and I turn to find Marcus behind me. Even though he's a year younger, he stands a few inches taller than me and is much more bulky. His hands are now on my shoulders, either to hold his jacket in place or as a form of comforting me- either way it's embarrassing as all hell. My voice is lost and he just watches me turn back to face the fence and cry some more. After a few minutes pass he leaves but the jacket remains, and I can still feel those hands gripping my shoulders. And, for a little while, I imagine that that had been my dad, and that maybe I was loved.
-
Just a little bit while I cry to myself in the dark.
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
-end.
A/N: I know the beginning was a little slow, but I might go back later and fix it.
As always, if you would like to join our RPG "The Phoenix_Academy" either e-mail me or follow the link above!
~Cheers!
Character is mine.
To read more copy and paste this URL http://www.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=phoenix_academy
Ghost Of A Father's Touch
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Look at the separation in the borderline
But don\'t look at everything here inside
And be afraid, afraid to speak your mind
-
"How can you treat your own son so coldly?!"
"He is not my son"¦"
"You drunk bastard! He has your name!"
"He's not my son."
"Warren is our only child, how can you-\"
\"He is not my son, you whore!"
"Warren!"
"Why does he only resemble you?! His mother's skin, his mother's hair- even his puny build is yours!"
"He has your eyes!!"
"Blue eyes, which he could have gotten from any sperm donor!"
"What would prove him to you then?! We've done the tests- what more do you want from the boy? For him to grow wings?!"
"He is not my son."
-
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
-
Five words that have haunted me since I was a child; the hated glares, heated arguments, eyes like my own narrowed into slits, and then cold disregard, but it's those five words that make me slam my door in the end or climb out my bedroom window a story up to find solace in pounding the pavement of the dark streets of our neighborhood.
-
What\'s with the fascination with the Echelon
What\'s with the constant questions that you have this time
What\'s with this circumstantial consequence
Find oversight before this night will ever rise again
It\'s all you\'ve got inside your head, better get up and leave instead
-
That's what I do tonight, walk from one house to the next, registering my friends' homes without a glance, hating them for the normal families they have. Why couldn't my mom and dad not notice me like all the other parents? I'm seven years old, walking outside alone, in the dark, way past curfew, and contemplating suicide and the affects it would have on these well-to-do and politically correct suburbanites, each more of a 50's manufactured clone than the next.
As I pass by Thomas' darkened driveway my mom's voice keeps pounding in my head in perfect time with my racing heartbeat. "He doesn't mean it, baby. Sometimes daddy doesn't know how to express himself." Express what, mom? His anger at me? his family? himself? But I guess I should be grateful- after all, I could have a "daddy" who expresses himself by chopping his aggravations into little bloody pieces and then shoving a twin barrel down his own throat.
-
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
-
The thought of Warren Worthington the third, my father, doing such acts actually brings a smile to my face. In order to chop me up he would have to touch me, and I know that if our skin ever met it would probably burn and peel, decaying on contact. Even on the cellular level I doubt highly he could stand me. The mental image of his sperm being warded off from my mother's egg by a force field is too much to bear and I let out a bark of laughter, which wasn't supposed to sound like a strangled sob, or echo in the darkness.
-
To find ourselves lost here within we need reasons why
So we take this bridge with the other\'s that will thrive in the great divide
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
-
Attempting to swallow my dry tongue, the playground is only a block away and I run to it as if it were my dad's love and acceptance. However, just like the old man, the gates are locked and I'm beating and clawing at the chain-link fence, and tears I hadn't even realized forming are now running down my cheeks and nose, into the corners of my dried and bleeding lips, down to my neck to collect in my sweaty shirt collar.
Crying against a cold metal fence is more comforting than I had thought and I press my forehead against it, eyes squeezed shut and yet the tears find their way out and, eventually, so do the sobs.
-
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
-
An hour passes by like that until I feel something draped over my shaking shoulders, and I turn to find Marcus behind me. Even though he's a year younger, he stands a few inches taller than me and is much more bulky. His hands are now on my shoulders, either to hold his jacket in place or as a form of comforting me- either way it's embarrassing as all hell. My voice is lost and he just watches me turn back to face the fence and cry some more. After a few minutes pass he leaves but the jacket remains, and I can still feel those hands gripping my shoulders. And, for a little while, I imagine that that had been my dad, and that maybe I was loved.
-
Just a little bit while I cry to myself in the dark.
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
-end.
A/N: I know the beginning was a little slow, but I might go back later and fix it.
As always, if you would like to join our RPG "The Phoenix_Academy" either e-mail me or follow the link above!
~Cheers!