Post by David B. on Sept 23, 2009 9:29:38 GMT -8
"Whats this you got there little guy?"
Grubby fingers ploying into his pockets, the place where his dad had slipped the- He shrank back, clasping his hand over the area and getting wide, teary eyes. His short black hair stuck to his head, grayish pieces of soot and ash clinging to his skin and clothes. The fireman held out his hands to show everything was okay, to try and calm to young child who had just lost his family. David was confused- the firemen had brought him out, but what about his mommy and daddy? Why were the firemen just standing there. David turned, looking around the sea of legs and cars to try and find the two people whom he wanted most. His eyes began to tear up again.
Did they not want him? Did they just desert him? An emptiness rocked through him, and even at that age he grew angry-
FLASH
A perfect sunbeam, particles of dust and dirt floating slowly through the space his eyes had to travel to see it, broke through the surface of the water not ten feet in front of him. He marveled at it- this was the final sight his young eyes would ever catch- he drank it in. The color, the lucid and transient movement making each moment of his feeble resistance seem a lifetime. Nothing can prepare someone for it. The dank, dirty water crushing all thought, the taste of mud and salt. It was fleeting, a thought that crashed into Davids mind and was swept away- why? What was the purpose of dying so young, when life had barely begun to take its roots? Darkness began to creep inward, a distinct chill fabricating itself into memory as the touch of death tried to sink its tendrils into his heart, and he railed against it, fighting it with everything in his heart and soul. He felt a victim, the seething face of death his assailant, trying to claw and kill and maim his very existence. He tried so hard to force it back, pushing it with everything his tiny, six year old little body could muster.
But it wasn't enough.
“Don't forget to grab your swimming trunks!” his new mom called back through the house. Rushing movement and slamming doors echoed loudly behind her reminder and the pitter patter of feet could be heard from the hallway as two giggling kids came running from their bedrooms. One was his new brother, Brandon- a ten year old who he looked up to as a child, just like any little brother would. The other was himself, the towel and trunks hugged tightly to his underdeveloped chest. His new mother smiled down at him brightly as David and his brother raced out the door, leaping forward to try and be the first to the final window seat. Brandon, of course, won, being the older and stronger of the two of them. He laughed as he sat down, patting the dreaded middle seat with a boyhood grin on his face. Still, David kept up his spirits. 'Let him have the Window seat' He thought to himself.
'We get to go to the BEACH'.
His new dad started the car, the faint rumble of the engine and the turning of the wheel bringing an even bigger smile to his face. They were finally going. It had been forever since their last beach trip, or at least it seemed like forever to his young mind. Davids brother began his strange, cultic ritual of playful smacks and teasing pushes, laughter coming from his lips as David fought back.
Davids "dad", looking through the rear view, barked a few words.
“Hey, settle down you guys. It's hard for me to drive with you behaving that way.”
And They would. This new dad was scary, sometimes, being the only real father figure he ever had in his life. Still, David loved him, and despite the mans slightly cold demeanor and his strange need to hide his emotions David was very attached. He wasn't cruel or mean- he played with his kids and laughed with them and had lots of fun, but he was stern and strict when needed and kept a careful eye on David and his brother, making sure they did their best to grow up like respectful men. Still, a single order from a parent can only go so far, and a few minutes later they were back to their game of push-shove-tickle-laugh. The drive wasn't long by any standards, a two hour excursion from the daily drawl each of them were forced to go through. Still, David was excited, and when his mom mentioned a small park near the beach, he felt as though he could barely contain myself.
The park was interesting- large and uninhabited, there was nobody to be found. It had an eerie peacefulness to it, and David, being the strong swimmer he was, loved to go into the small, sectioned off area that was dedicated to the children playing. On the deepest end it was three feet, and David loved to walk and run in it, feeling the sand squish between his toes. Unknown to him, a part of that small sectioned off area had collapsed, the shelf dropping to a drastically deeper fifty feet. When his small soles found nothing but space, his head dunked under, liquid pouring down his throat into his lungs. He couldn't remember how long he flailed and sank, the dull screaming of his new brother piercing the water and space, slowly getting softer as time went on.
Last remembered as his eyes began to close were a pair of feet, the shorts and stomach of his new dad, then all went black-
David awoke, his head dizzy and fuzz filled. Voices and coughing filled his head as he shook it, blinking away the effects of a sudden sleep. He lay in the middle of an empty hallway, having obviously collapsed where he stood.
'What the hell is going on...?'
OOC((Memory Unlocked))
Grubby fingers ploying into his pockets, the place where his dad had slipped the- He shrank back, clasping his hand over the area and getting wide, teary eyes. His short black hair stuck to his head, grayish pieces of soot and ash clinging to his skin and clothes. The fireman held out his hands to show everything was okay, to try and calm to young child who had just lost his family. David was confused- the firemen had brought him out, but what about his mommy and daddy? Why were the firemen just standing there. David turned, looking around the sea of legs and cars to try and find the two people whom he wanted most. His eyes began to tear up again.
Did they not want him? Did they just desert him? An emptiness rocked through him, and even at that age he grew angry-
FLASH
A perfect sunbeam, particles of dust and dirt floating slowly through the space his eyes had to travel to see it, broke through the surface of the water not ten feet in front of him. He marveled at it- this was the final sight his young eyes would ever catch- he drank it in. The color, the lucid and transient movement making each moment of his feeble resistance seem a lifetime. Nothing can prepare someone for it. The dank, dirty water crushing all thought, the taste of mud and salt. It was fleeting, a thought that crashed into Davids mind and was swept away- why? What was the purpose of dying so young, when life had barely begun to take its roots? Darkness began to creep inward, a distinct chill fabricating itself into memory as the touch of death tried to sink its tendrils into his heart, and he railed against it, fighting it with everything in his heart and soul. He felt a victim, the seething face of death his assailant, trying to claw and kill and maim his very existence. He tried so hard to force it back, pushing it with everything his tiny, six year old little body could muster.
But it wasn't enough.
“Don't forget to grab your swimming trunks!” his new mom called back through the house. Rushing movement and slamming doors echoed loudly behind her reminder and the pitter patter of feet could be heard from the hallway as two giggling kids came running from their bedrooms. One was his new brother, Brandon- a ten year old who he looked up to as a child, just like any little brother would. The other was himself, the towel and trunks hugged tightly to his underdeveloped chest. His new mother smiled down at him brightly as David and his brother raced out the door, leaping forward to try and be the first to the final window seat. Brandon, of course, won, being the older and stronger of the two of them. He laughed as he sat down, patting the dreaded middle seat with a boyhood grin on his face. Still, David kept up his spirits. 'Let him have the Window seat' He thought to himself.
'We get to go to the BEACH'.
His new dad started the car, the faint rumble of the engine and the turning of the wheel bringing an even bigger smile to his face. They were finally going. It had been forever since their last beach trip, or at least it seemed like forever to his young mind. Davids brother began his strange, cultic ritual of playful smacks and teasing pushes, laughter coming from his lips as David fought back.
Davids "dad", looking through the rear view, barked a few words.
“Hey, settle down you guys. It's hard for me to drive with you behaving that way.”
And They would. This new dad was scary, sometimes, being the only real father figure he ever had in his life. Still, David loved him, and despite the mans slightly cold demeanor and his strange need to hide his emotions David was very attached. He wasn't cruel or mean- he played with his kids and laughed with them and had lots of fun, but he was stern and strict when needed and kept a careful eye on David and his brother, making sure they did their best to grow up like respectful men. Still, a single order from a parent can only go so far, and a few minutes later they were back to their game of push-shove-tickle-laugh. The drive wasn't long by any standards, a two hour excursion from the daily drawl each of them were forced to go through. Still, David was excited, and when his mom mentioned a small park near the beach, he felt as though he could barely contain myself.
The park was interesting- large and uninhabited, there was nobody to be found. It had an eerie peacefulness to it, and David, being the strong swimmer he was, loved to go into the small, sectioned off area that was dedicated to the children playing. On the deepest end it was three feet, and David loved to walk and run in it, feeling the sand squish between his toes. Unknown to him, a part of that small sectioned off area had collapsed, the shelf dropping to a drastically deeper fifty feet. When his small soles found nothing but space, his head dunked under, liquid pouring down his throat into his lungs. He couldn't remember how long he flailed and sank, the dull screaming of his new brother piercing the water and space, slowly getting softer as time went on.
Last remembered as his eyes began to close were a pair of feet, the shorts and stomach of his new dad, then all went black-
David awoke, his head dizzy and fuzz filled. Voices and coughing filled his head as he shook it, blinking away the effects of a sudden sleep. He lay in the middle of an empty hallway, having obviously collapsed where he stood.
'What the hell is going on...?'
OOC((Memory Unlocked))
