Dietre Abendroth (dietre) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-09-28 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | september 2010 |
Who: Dietre (SOLO).
What: The straw that breaks the camel's back, so Dietre breaks his parents.
When: Monday night, after this thread. (This one is being posted early, the other one isn't finished yet.)
Where: The Abendroth home.
Rating: High for NPC deaths!
Status: Complete.
Dietre was in a fog, the world around him was blurred, indistinct, and he moved through it like a ghost. Gloriana... Her face, her eyes! The way she had looked at him, so full of fear, like he was...like he was...A bought of nausea hit him so great that he doubled over, sure he was going to vomit, he could feel the saliva building in his throat. How could he have ever hurt her!? It shouldn't have been possible! He had always thought that deep down in the very core of his subconscious he had control over his strange hallucinations and the things they did. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm himself. No, he hadn't meant it, it was an accident, the attack had been meant for him. They always were.
But what did it matter now? It was too late, their friendship was over! Glory was afraid of him, she wouldn't want to be near him again, he was sure of it. He righted himself, his nausea passing, leaving him feeling so empty that his outsides might shatter and he'd just fall apart into himself, the shards breaking and breaking again until there was only dust.
He forced himself to move forward as time did one of its giddy rolls where his brain had decided recording its passage was not useful and so he could not remember how he got from point A to point B. He only knew that he was home, a place where his return never generated a welcome when he walked through the door. His parents were having dinner, he could hear the sounds of metal utensils clinking against plates. He didn't bother to join them, there would be nothing for him anyway, but continued straight on to the living room. In these moments where his misery threatened to get to best of him there was only one balm he could use. The piano.
The piano! He stopped short, so disoriented that he staggered back to cling to the door frame. There was nothing there...The place where the piano had stood was empty, horribly, maddeningly empty! No matter how many times he blinked his eyes or how hard he stared it wouldn't rematerialize.
He was dreaming! It was a nightmare! The whole thing, Gloriana getting hurt, the piano being gone...He must have fallen asleep at the game. This couldn't be happening, he was going mad...!
He lurched back into the hall, walking with jerky movements until he stood in doorway of the dining room, unable to speak. His parents could not ignore his presence forever, his face was bloodless, his body shook uncontrollably, but his father's eyes showed no concern when he finally glanced up to gruffly ask, "What do you want?"
"T-the....The..." His throat was closing, he was choking on the word, "...p-pian...o..."
Annoyance filled his father's face and now it was his mother's turn to speak. "Oh! I thought I told you. We're remodeling, it was going to be in the way so we got rid of it. I put it up for sale a week ago, they came to pick it up today." She smiled as if bemused by her own absentmindedness and shrugged in an 'Oh, well!' kind of way, "I swear I thought I told you."
Dietre stared, his wide eyed gaze jumping back and forth between the two of them, horrified by their callousness. He was barely conscious of having begun to speak. "Why...do you hate me?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" His mother's airy laugh filled the room.
Dietre continued speaking as though he hadn't heard her, as though it were beyond his control. Something in him had broken and everything was spilling out. "...Why? All I ever wanted...was for you to love me... Something is wrong with me, I know, but..I've tried! I would have done anything, anything to be what you wanted, if you had just told me...! Why?" Tears began to spill down his cheeks but he went on, his voice getting louder even has his struggle to get the words out became harder.
"I wanted to love you. I have so much...inside me, so much to give, if only you wanted it...I would have done anything...But instead...instead," The boy gasped for breath, his heart had gone wild in his chest, sweat trickled down his back, "...you made me...hate...you..."
His father, disturbed by this display of emotion, stood abruptly, slamming his hands onto the table, "I've had enough of this!"
"I HATE YOU!!!!" It exploded out of him, a veritable roar so full of vicious loathing that it was almost inhuman. And as he screamed, a great shadow loomed up behind his father, an inky black beast, a monstrous, nightmarishly distorted mix of bear and something canine. It swung a massive paw, striking Dietre's father with such force that when he hit the wall a spider web of cracks blossomed.
The beast then fell upon his father, tearing, crushing...Dietre stared unmovingly, vaguely aware of a wetness on his lip. His nose had begun to bleed.
His mother was screaming. She was screaming. The sound of it drilled its way into his ears, filling his skull like a swarm of angry, stinging wasps. And it hurt! It hurt so much! He put his hands to his ears but could not block out the sound. He felt like if it went on, it would kill him!
"Stop...screaming...Stop. Screaming...Stop screaming. Stop screaming. Stopscreamingstopscreamingstopscreamings
It happened so fast. There was a black blur, the bear-wolf was gone, replaced by his dog leaping at his mother. Dietre saw the spray of blood as her throat was ripped open, leaving him in sudden, blessed silence.
"...Thank you."
He felt himself falling, and then there was only darkness.