Post by Revvie® on Aug 23, 2008 16:25:43 GMT -5
I knelt before a stone then, suddenly, a small but searing pain shot through my arm. I closed my eyes and focused on something more pleasant than those memories that came with the injury. Alex Sean.
I opened my eyes and stared up into the bluest sky I had seen in quite sometime. It was probably because I didn’t look much anymore. I had taken it for granted…. I had taken more then that-. The clouds shifted across my pupils and a wet glaze began to cover my eyes as I drifted inside…
“What did you think was going to happen?” My father stared at his 17 year old son with disdain. I knew what I had done, disappointed him once again.
“I just-.” I had nothing, what could I say. I could argue but it would do nothing so I did what every teenager does. “I hate you!” I turned and ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. Who does he think he is, trying to control me?
“I was your father that’s who I was.” I snapped back to reality and turned to find nothing, no one was there. I was hearing things as usual. The nightmares, the day dreams, the self loathing, all of it had taken its toll on me the last month or so. One cannot be a god when one is so easily injured…
My father looked upon me with compassion and concern as he bandaged my knee. “You should be more careful… no matter, all better now.” I began to scratch at the band-aid. “No son, you have to let it heel, if you continue to pick at it you will end up with a scar.”
I stopped and looked up at him, “Thank you Daddy,” and with a kiss and a hug I was back to playing as if nothing had transpired.
“You know, I was right.” I snapped my head around quickly determined to find this person who was messing with me.
“If you’re out there, you better come out now!” I was fuming, lost my cool, this wasn’t like me but I couldn’t help it. I had come out here to honor my father, not to deal with some practical joke by someone who probably had little else to do then bother me.
“I’m always here, with you, always.” The voice faded into the distance and a chill circled my body twice over before the hairs on my neck settled. I looked at the stone and read it again to myself before standing up.
Jonathan Wayne Jadoa.
Loving Father, Husband, and Friend.
You will be missed.
<><><><>
Underneath it all I had understood all the things he had told me and what they meant. Time and time again I ignored his words and did as I pleased. I wandered aimlessly in the shadows of this world, hoping to find a peace of mind that never came.
Alex Sean had torn a deep hole; physical pain is only a remnant of what truly lies inside my soul. He brought me back down to earth, made me whole again, and now I have an understood purpose. For this, I thank him.
I opened my eyes and stared up into the bluest sky I had seen in quite sometime. It was probably because I didn’t look much anymore. I had taken it for granted…. I had taken more then that-. The clouds shifted across my pupils and a wet glaze began to cover my eyes as I drifted inside…
“What did you think was going to happen?” My father stared at his 17 year old son with disdain. I knew what I had done, disappointed him once again.
“I just-.” I had nothing, what could I say. I could argue but it would do nothing so I did what every teenager does. “I hate you!” I turned and ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. Who does he think he is, trying to control me?
“I was your father that’s who I was.” I snapped back to reality and turned to find nothing, no one was there. I was hearing things as usual. The nightmares, the day dreams, the self loathing, all of it had taken its toll on me the last month or so. One cannot be a god when one is so easily injured…
My father looked upon me with compassion and concern as he bandaged my knee. “You should be more careful… no matter, all better now.” I began to scratch at the band-aid. “No son, you have to let it heel, if you continue to pick at it you will end up with a scar.”
I stopped and looked up at him, “Thank you Daddy,” and with a kiss and a hug I was back to playing as if nothing had transpired.
“You know, I was right.” I snapped my head around quickly determined to find this person who was messing with me.
“If you’re out there, you better come out now!” I was fuming, lost my cool, this wasn’t like me but I couldn’t help it. I had come out here to honor my father, not to deal with some practical joke by someone who probably had little else to do then bother me.
“I’m always here, with you, always.” The voice faded into the distance and a chill circled my body twice over before the hairs on my neck settled. I looked at the stone and read it again to myself before standing up.
Jonathan Wayne Jadoa.
Loving Father, Husband, and Friend.
You will be missed.
<><><><>
Underneath it all I had understood all the things he had told me and what they meant. Time and time again I ignored his words and did as I pleased. I wandered aimlessly in the shadows of this world, hoping to find a peace of mind that never came.
Alex Sean had torn a deep hole; physical pain is only a remnant of what truly lies inside my soul. He brought me back down to earth, made me whole again, and now I have an understood purpose. For this, I thank him.