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fatespoken) wrote2009-08-09 07:02 pm
fatespoken) wrote2009-08-09 07:02 pm
∞ [twenty-six] | memory theater curse
|| memory #1
A young boy crept down the hallway, casting wide eyes at the darkness around him. There were all sorts of creatures that could hide in the dark, ones that he could trace from the shadows clinging to the wall. Surely, they would eat them if given the chance...
"Gregory, we’re almost there..."
He squeezed his plush alligator against his chest, slowly gripping it tighter until he reached his parents’ bedroom. There was no time for ceremony when being pursued by monsters, he thought, so he entered without a knock.
"There’s- There's a monster- "
The words had caught in his throat, replaced by an impregnable silence as he stared. He was just dreaming, right? It had to be a dream- the sight of his Father pressed against Mother's neck; the blood on his lips, red smeared across her neck and spotted on her white nightgown.
"Honey- Amory, Dear god- Calm down, sweetheart. Nothing's wrong-"
Her words fell silent, as he leaped onto the bed where he proceeded to whack his Father with his stuffed animal.
"Don't hurt Mommy! You're supposed to love her! Why did you hurt her, Daddy? Why did you hurt her-" he cried.
"Sweetheart, calm down. Daddy wasn't hurting me at all-"
The little boy continued to make a scene with Gregory, until arms took hold of him, pinning him down in an awkward sort of hug. Or at least a semblance of a hug.
"Amory, listen to me-"
|| memory #2
"Can we go on the teacup ride?"
The boy was now a little older, around five or six if his missing front tooth was any indication. His attention were fully focused on the man beside him, as he stared at him with impossibly wide eyes. The victim seemed to be in his late twenties and shared similar colorings as the boy — hazel eyes and dark hair.
"Daddy? Then we can go on the Dumbo one- You know the one that goes up really high flies through the air! And I bet it'll look really cool 'cause all the stars will blend together, and, and, and-"
The man responded with a quirk of an eyebrow, shaking his head.
"Ask your Mother."
"But you could make it spin really, really fast."
"I am not going to ride the teacup, Amory."
"Pleeeeaaaaaaaseeeee."
"Get on the ride with him, Dear," a woman's voice interjected, her tone making it apparent that this wasn't merely a request.
There was a moment of silence all around as the three of them stared at each other. The child with wide, begging eyes. The man who's eyes spoke of disbelief, and the woman who was almost to the point of glaring.
"...Let's go then."
He sighed and reached out an arm to ruffle the boy's hair. His affection was returned in full as the child immediately latched onto his waist.
"Thank you, Daddy! You're the best!"
|| memory #3
He stood beside the doorway, watching in silence as concern continued to press heavy on his nerves. He had witnessed this scene time and time again— his mother with a blue ribbon in her hair, binding wounds with coils of white tape.
"How come you're always getting hurt, Mommy?"
The woman jumped in surprise, dropping the roll of tape in her hand.
"Amory..."
"Your arm is bleeding all over, and your leg- Why don't you ever go to the hospital? Why are you always getting hurt?"
"Because it's part of my job, Amory."
"Then you should quit your job! Daniel said his Dad quit his job because he didn't like it."
"Things are not always that simple, Amory. There are things we can't control, things we must do even if we don't necessarily enjoy them-"
"Then you should tell Daddy to help you! You know he doesn't like it either!"
This wasn't the way to talk to him.
She walked over to the young boy and bent down to look him in the eyes, placing one of her hands against his cheek.
"Fate can give us destinies that may seem impossible, pointless, or even idiotic; however we cannot simply run from them, Amory. Everything takes place for a reason and if we go against what we know we must do, then someone else will suffer for it. You remember what I told you before - that we're all part of one great motion?"
The young child opened him mouth to reply, but instead leaned over to wrap his Mother in a hug, burying his tears in her dark hair.
"I just don't want to see you hurt, Mommy."
[ooc: Affected by the Memory curse! Apologies for the wall of text, along with any typos. I was in a rush to write this. ;; Also, Amory's...actually sleeping right now and will wake up around the first comment. |D; And proceed to be more embarrassed than he's ever been in his entire life.
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Have you seen someone to find out what causes these attacks?
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I know the reason, and I treat it as well as I can. Satisfied?
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