lucas_roe (lucas_roe) wrote in chaos_cube, @ 2008-01-28 13:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucas scott |
Lucas and Layla locked
Status: Complete
*Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children out into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?*
Lucas lay on the couch fast asleep. He hadn't been sleeping since the explosion. Layla had been having nightmares and he spent his nights trying to get her through them. He hadn't told her because he didn't want her to feel bad about it. He had started to write his book too at night. There was a pile of pages with writing on them on the coffee table.
There was a shattered glass on the floor beside the wall near the door where he'd thrown it there. There was blood on his knuckles from where he'd punched the wall in anger at all the pointless death. There was an empty bottle of tequilla on the coffee table. He'd drank it all that afternoon to help numb the pain.