.you're still with me in my dreams
Title Rumination
Author: Ashlena
Summary: Second-person reflection on one's actions.
Rating: PG-16
A/N: More mindless drabble, spewed forth from my demented, sick mind. Yes, this was written with someone in mind. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out, really.
You had known him since the day he was born. He had that endearing charm all infants possess, but you felt drawn to him, a pull stronger and more prominent than you had ever felt before. A pull you didn't understand.
You were always at the house, wanting to be near him. You wanted to see his smile, to hear his delighted laughter. To see his eyes light up at the sight of you. He was precious to you.
So why did you violate his body? Why did you shatter his innocence?
You craved him.
That's all it came down to, really. Sheer lust for his boyish body. You saw him and knew you had to have him.
You wanted to feel him squirm beneath you. You wanted to hear his pleas for help, his cries for deliverance. You wanted to feel him quivering around you.
You wanted to feel inside of him.
And you knew you could do it. After all, he was only a child. You were a grown man with strength he could not match. He was helpless.
And he trusted you.
Now he's a grown man. He hasn't forgotten what you did to him; how could he? After the humiliation you put him through, it's no surprise he hasn't forgiven you. You don't expect him to.
You must have been a monster in his eyes. The creature from his closet. The demon from under his bed. The thing all children were terrified of.
You hurt that little boy, forever affecting the man he would become.
And what a man that was. He is successful now, in a top-selling music group. He seems genuinely happy, a smile always on his face.
But how often does one of his bandmates console him at night? How many nightmares does he wake from, clammy and shaking.
How many times does he see that little boy, weak and vulnerable, trapped beneath the man who he had trusted more than his own father?
How many times does he see that little boy beneath you?
Fin.
Okay, so um. I know this was crap. But anyway.
Author: Ashlena
Summary: Second-person reflection on one's actions.
Rating: PG-16
A/N: More mindless drabble, spewed forth from my demented, sick mind. Yes, this was written with someone in mind. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out, really.
You had known him since the day he was born. He had that endearing charm all infants possess, but you felt drawn to him, a pull stronger and more prominent than you had ever felt before. A pull you didn't understand.
You were always at the house, wanting to be near him. You wanted to see his smile, to hear his delighted laughter. To see his eyes light up at the sight of you. He was precious to you.
So why did you violate his body? Why did you shatter his innocence?
You craved him.
That's all it came down to, really. Sheer lust for his boyish body. You saw him and knew you had to have him.
You wanted to feel him squirm beneath you. You wanted to hear his pleas for help, his cries for deliverance. You wanted to feel him quivering around you.
You wanted to feel inside of him.
And you knew you could do it. After all, he was only a child. You were a grown man with strength he could not match. He was helpless.
And he trusted you.
Now he's a grown man. He hasn't forgotten what you did to him; how could he? After the humiliation you put him through, it's no surprise he hasn't forgiven you. You don't expect him to.
You must have been a monster in his eyes. The creature from his closet. The demon from under his bed. The thing all children were terrified of.
You hurt that little boy, forever affecting the man he would become.
And what a man that was. He is successful now, in a top-selling music group. He seems genuinely happy, a smile always on his face.
But how often does one of his bandmates console him at night? How many nightmares does he wake from, clammy and shaking.
How many times does he see that little boy, weak and vulnerable, trapped beneath the man who he had trusted more than his own father?
How many times does he see that little boy beneath you?
Fin.
Okay, so um. I know this was crap. But anyway.