SAINW Origins: C19: Never Again
Pain. That’s all he could feel was the pain. His head, his body, everything. Slowly he opened his eyes, only to have them blinded by the bright light of the sun. He squinted, moaning. Carefully turning to his side, he coughed. It was harsh on his throat, which felt very dry. Standing, his thought began to start making sense, and as he looked up to the roof building, he cringed.
He had fallen. Or jumped, either seemed a possibility. There was a guilt that was encompassing him, one that he couldn’t pinpoint. It didn’t matter though, what had caused him to lay on the concrete. He was lucky to have landed on his shell, which has absorbed most of the impact. His head was bruised fairly bad, and his bones ached, but he was alive. It would be considered a miracle that it didn’t even seem that he broke any bones.
It was early morning he assumed, by the
SAINW Origins: C17: To Take Them Out
Don sighed, but smiled for the girls. The kept asking him why he had to leave, if it was something they had done, that they didn’t want him to go. He didn’t tell them why, they wouldn’t understand. They were to young.
Merry had prepared an astounding dinner, but it had been like eating cardboard and swallowing sandpaper. Everyone had been silent, and Harold even more so. Don wanted to curse at himself, he should have done this differently. He made the wrong choice again. He should have just disappeared and left them to worry...
Bowing his head, Don thanked them for the stay. The girls knew he wouldn’t be coming back, and although he tried to dry their small tears, it didn’t work. They wanted to go with him, but that was something none of them would allow. He had a mission that he did not expect to come back from.
As Don started to slip out the
SAINW Origins: C16: To Fix Everything
“Don! Don!” The words were shouted, pleading for him to open his eyes. His body felt beaten and battered, he didn’t want to move, but the insistence just kept growing stronger. “Please wake up!” Somebody was pulling at his hand, their tender fingers entwining with his.
A slight nuzzling in his neck made his eyes snap wide open. Heather was crying in his shaking uncontrollably. Lynn stood behind her, tears dripping down her face. At first Don felt a mild irritation. He had been up late last night, and had suffered under the hands of his own brother. And now he was to be disturbed? The other part of him was worried- was something wrong? He had to remember his priorities, and as long as he was here, it was these two girls. They were the sisters he never had, and with their youthful innocence they did not judge like so many others.
Nightmares Breathe in.
How could he have done such a thing? How could he have driven him away?
How could he have allowed something like this to happen? How could he let his family fall apart?
He had to steady his mind- he had to...to find the space between his thoughts. He had to become tranquil to find an answer to the problem.
But it wasn’t a problem. It wasn’t even an it, it was a he. His own son, the child that he had raised since he had first gathered him into arms. How could he pull himself away from such emotion? How could he choose to forget what happened? But he had to...he had to for the sake of the others. He was their father, he had to remain strong.
Tears dripped down his face, soaking his fur. As they snaked down, they splashed the rug he kneeled upon. He held in the sob that wanted to explode, for even thou