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Title: Reality's a Bitch
Characters: Nise dontfearshadows and whoever happens along.
Location: Gym Particularly in an angstbucket corner stolen from Seig.
Rating: PG-13 or so for language
Summary: Nise recently got a call from his mother and isn't too happy about it. Cloud shows up in the gym shortly after, as does Daisuke. They all meet for the first time. And hugs, can't forget those.
After hearing from his mother, it was safe to say Nise was not in the best of moods.
He didn’t know how she managed to contact him, and it didn’t matter. What mattered was the glaring reminder of what she’d done, what she’d allowed to happen to him, what kind of good mother she was not. And somehow she’d the nerve to talk to him as though he owed her something-anything-and he couldn’t get over it.
The sound of her voice. It was so damn callous. Perhaps she didn’t realize the sort of damage she’d wrought; though he’d think that she would given the knowledge he was in a facility meant to correct his abnormalities, his vices, his faults. He would have thought that knowing her son was being treated for mental disorders that perhaps she would care, but she never did and that hadn’t changed.
Her words kept cycling through his mind as he wandered, anger churning sickly within him. He wasn’t supposed to hate his mother. But he couldn’t forget what she’d been a part of. Was it wrong that he was apathetic toward her when she had shown no sympathy for him? Maybe it meant he was a terrible person. Amongst other things she’d expressed that as well, and it hurt to know she thought so very little of him.
But what else could she have thought, given the fact she’d been willing to sell his body?
His fists only tightened with the thought, huddled alone in a corner of the gym and intent to remain there until he was composed. Not matter how much he hated her it still hurt knowing she didn’t care, understanding once again that no matter what he was nothing more than an object. It seemed so lame to him. Maybe it was self pity talking, believing that she was wrong to speak to him, to remind him, to open up old wounds.
For a while he thought he was doing better in this place, but he didn’t think so anymore. Maybe it was just better to shut down again and stop trying. It was likely easier than making efforts to get better.
Giving up was simple. It was easy and it was painless.
Characters: Nise dontfearshadows and whoever happens along.
Location: Gym Particularly in an angstbucket corner stolen from Seig.
Rating: PG-13 or so for language
Summary: Nise recently got a call from his mother and isn't too happy about it. Cloud shows up in the gym shortly after, as does Daisuke. They all meet for the first time. And hugs, can't forget those.
After hearing from his mother, it was safe to say Nise was not in the best of moods.
He didn’t know how she managed to contact him, and it didn’t matter. What mattered was the glaring reminder of what she’d done, what she’d allowed to happen to him, what kind of good mother she was not. And somehow she’d the nerve to talk to him as though he owed her something-anything-and he couldn’t get over it.
The sound of her voice. It was so damn callous. Perhaps she didn’t realize the sort of damage she’d wrought; though he’d think that she would given the knowledge he was in a facility meant to correct his abnormalities, his vices, his faults. He would have thought that knowing her son was being treated for mental disorders that perhaps she would care, but she never did and that hadn’t changed.
Her words kept cycling through his mind as he wandered, anger churning sickly within him. He wasn’t supposed to hate his mother. But he couldn’t forget what she’d been a part of. Was it wrong that he was apathetic toward her when she had shown no sympathy for him? Maybe it meant he was a terrible person. Amongst other things she’d expressed that as well, and it hurt to know she thought so very little of him.
But what else could she have thought, given the fact she’d been willing to sell his body?
His fists only tightened with the thought, huddled alone in a corner of the gym and intent to remain there until he was composed. Not matter how much he hated her it still hurt knowing she didn’t care, understanding once again that no matter what he was nothing more than an object. It seemed so lame to him. Maybe it was self pity talking, believing that she was wrong to speak to him, to remind him, to open up old wounds.
For a while he thought he was doing better in this place, but he didn’t think so anymore. Maybe it was just better to shut down again and stop trying. It was likely easier than making efforts to get better.
Giving up was simple. It was easy and it was painless.