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Posted on June 1, 2010 at 08:35:53 PM by Blake
"You take the Breath right out of me And left a hole where my heart should be..." Now I hadn't exactly been the biggest fan of children myself, even though I actually had one of my own. However, he wasn't exactly what we called "planned" and therefore, I felt I could be let off slightly by my disliking of them. I mean I was 22 years old now, give or take a few years of lost memory and by the time my son was 18, I'd be 40, middleaged as they called it. It would be quite scary to think I could be giving him cigarettes and booze before I was anywhere near an old people's home. But, like I said, as much as I hate children, that wolf in me protected its cub, with my life. I would do anything for him and Jo, though she might not realise that. Prophet was nearly a year old now and to be fair, unlike all the other children in the banquet hall where I was sat in a corner, he was silent. He was sat in my lap snoozing quietly, thumb in mouth as I lay with my head against the wall. I wanted a cigarette so badly but didn't exactly want to make him ill in the future, so I beat off my nicotine craving. Soon I would be returning to Shady Labyrinth, word had it it had been cleared of most of the water and I could return home. I had, as of yet, to make the decision as to if I was going to take Prophet with me, but I was more likely to make the decision on a spur of the moment rather than right now. The hall was hot and sweaty and the smells began to make my sensitive nose numb and dry. I wanted so much to curl up right now in my quiet corner and sleep, but I could not. It was my shift to watch Prophet while Jo went to do whatever it was that women do, so I had to wait here with him. I couldn't feed him due to an obvious lack of breasts but thankfully, he'd just fallen asleep right in my arms with my coat wrapped around him and snoozed soundly. All around us, I could hear the screams, tears, sickness and disease. It was rife. I was glad to be able to get out of here, whenever that would be. It was then, while glancing around that I saw a disgruntled girl, a teenage by the looks of it, walking away from a group of children. Didn't blame her really, they were driving me insane from here. I growled and hugged Prophet to my chest, trying to block out the sounds of such annoying vessels. She was coming towards me where I was sat near the door trying to get some fresh air. Part of me didn't want to say anything, fearing I might look weird, so I looked down at my son and played with his locks of dark hair. I was exhausted by managed to give a weak smile as his small fingers coiled around mine. He had a tight grip. Thankfully, it was obvious that Prophet lacked my shifting skills, I knew that much by his eyes. Mine were speckled with blue beneath the green and his were just a plain olive colour. I was grateful. The girl got closer and through general lack of company, I decided to talk, hoping I didn't scare her. "Shit crowd huh?" I said with a smile, inclining my head towards the group of crying children. I couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for her, a teenage stuck around people who were younger than her. However, what could I say, she would be around someone considered as old if she remained here to chat to me. I looked away from her for a moment and back down to Prophet. My voice hadn't awoken him so I knew it would be safe for a chat should the girl decide to stay. She didn't have to, but it would be nice to have some company while my son slept and Jo wasn't here. The girl looked bored, perhaps I would be able to relieve her of her boredom. Her choice. "You've got to fight just to make it through Cause I will be the death of You." |
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