Post by twilight on Jan 18, 2018 12:58:50 GMT -5
Life isn't fair. It really isn't. And we learn this at a young age. It seems the petulant children are usually the ones getting the attention. 1944. My name was Jefferson. We lived in Utah. Winters were harsh here and summers were excruciating. My father was a blacksmith and welder by trade. My mother baked breads and sold them to local markets. They got buy and so they raised a family of 4. One sister, 2 brothers and me. My brothers and sisters were constantly vying for our parents affections. To the point it got to be competitive then worse, they would get into fights with each other.
My parents at that time were good people. But they weren't all that as they say these days. But I think there being 4 of us it got hard for them to give each of us individual attention. So the early bird would get the worm. I really didn't care one way or another. I always had my head stuck in a book. Or outside just wasting the days after school. But my brothers and sister got increasingly worse. And I never understood it. But it would get to the point where they would leave my youngest brother in charge of us, we were all teenagers ranging from 19-14 but it never made sense. The youngest should not be in charge of the oldest and its not like we misbehave. Yet our parents would let the youngest take charge because he whined the most. It was pretty bad.
Well one day our youngest brother who was supposedly in charge wanted to try our dads cigarettes. He coughed a lung out and dropped the cig near a curtain and the house went up pretty quick. I pushed my brother out the window he got lots of scratches and cuts but he lived. My sister was near the door she was out first, my oldest brother though he and I were not so lucky. We both got caught in the fire, my brother received 3rd degree burns throughout his body but he would grow old and live his life. The same could not be said for me. I died in Mercy Hospital 2 days later.
And I guess to throw salt in my parents wounds one of the last things I told them was “Pretty stupid leaving him in charge.” My mother nodded. I wouldn't know till much later in a different way, its not that he was more responsible or better. Its that in his mind he thought he had earned it. Rather than destroying that belief they tried to encourage it. Make him better. It had failed of course. It had failed miserably. And I guess that's the point. Parents do the best they can and have to weigh situations and make judgment calls.
Take SFT. Jackson Kent has not really even do much of anything for the better part of the month. And yet he’s still getting booked. Harold and the staff hoping their faith in a child who just doesn't have it in him will show up and prove everything wrong. But you are wasting your time people, just like Kent is wasting ours. He should quit or retire because he is wasting mine and Lucas’s time. And maybe Kent’s time isn't worth much but mine sure as hell is.
That brings me to the chaotic one, Lucas Balkan. I call you the Forsaken one. Not that you are a vampire, but you remind me of someone. There is such sadness and disdain in you, it makes me pale in comparison. You have seen the world at its worse, and you were fine with it. You could of fought back but you accepted it and that was it. You know the world to be gray and cruel and you add to it. You do not make the world better, you leave it as it is or worse yet, make it even that much worse. Lucas you are such a cynical human being that nothing I could do to you would hurt you.
So I will have to change my tactic with you. Try a different approach. And we will see if your world will change as well. I doubt it. But I am always willing to try something once.
That is it for today.
Fade to light
My parents at that time were good people. But they weren't all that as they say these days. But I think there being 4 of us it got hard for them to give each of us individual attention. So the early bird would get the worm. I really didn't care one way or another. I always had my head stuck in a book. Or outside just wasting the days after school. But my brothers and sister got increasingly worse. And I never understood it. But it would get to the point where they would leave my youngest brother in charge of us, we were all teenagers ranging from 19-14 but it never made sense. The youngest should not be in charge of the oldest and its not like we misbehave. Yet our parents would let the youngest take charge because he whined the most. It was pretty bad.
Well one day our youngest brother who was supposedly in charge wanted to try our dads cigarettes. He coughed a lung out and dropped the cig near a curtain and the house went up pretty quick. I pushed my brother out the window he got lots of scratches and cuts but he lived. My sister was near the door she was out first, my oldest brother though he and I were not so lucky. We both got caught in the fire, my brother received 3rd degree burns throughout his body but he would grow old and live his life. The same could not be said for me. I died in Mercy Hospital 2 days later.
And I guess to throw salt in my parents wounds one of the last things I told them was “Pretty stupid leaving him in charge.” My mother nodded. I wouldn't know till much later in a different way, its not that he was more responsible or better. Its that in his mind he thought he had earned it. Rather than destroying that belief they tried to encourage it. Make him better. It had failed of course. It had failed miserably. And I guess that's the point. Parents do the best they can and have to weigh situations and make judgment calls.
Take SFT. Jackson Kent has not really even do much of anything for the better part of the month. And yet he’s still getting booked. Harold and the staff hoping their faith in a child who just doesn't have it in him will show up and prove everything wrong. But you are wasting your time people, just like Kent is wasting ours. He should quit or retire because he is wasting mine and Lucas’s time. And maybe Kent’s time isn't worth much but mine sure as hell is.
That brings me to the chaotic one, Lucas Balkan. I call you the Forsaken one. Not that you are a vampire, but you remind me of someone. There is such sadness and disdain in you, it makes me pale in comparison. You have seen the world at its worse, and you were fine with it. You could of fought back but you accepted it and that was it. You know the world to be gray and cruel and you add to it. You do not make the world better, you leave it as it is or worse yet, make it even that much worse. Lucas you are such a cynical human being that nothing I could do to you would hurt you.
So I will have to change my tactic with you. Try a different approach. And we will see if your world will change as well. I doubt it. But I am always willing to try something once.
That is it for today.
Fade to light
