In my head (Open!)
Apr 1, 2012 14:58:34 GMT -5
Post by grayshade on Apr 1, 2012 14:58:34 GMT -5
As I brush my hair away from my forehead, I glance over towards my best friend. His eyes fixated on the piece of wood he’s been carving out. In this moment, I can’t help but envy him. His parents actually approve of his goals, unlike mine. I begin to wonder what life would be like if my parents were more accepting. Maybe my relationship with my father wouldn’t be so strained. My brothers might have even found a different path in life to take. Pondering all of this just makes me more upset as I trek through the soft coat of snow in the forest.
“I don’t think I’m going to class today Nikolai,” I reveal. His concentration breaks free from the soon to be masterpiece, as he gives me a quizzical look. The moment our eyes meet, I rapidly turn towards the other direction. Out of all the relationships I’ve formed, which aren’t that many, Nikolai knows me the best and can figure out how I’m feeling. He knows I’m upset about something. I praise him in his ability to discover the deepest of emotions I feel. But I can’t help but regret giving him the chance to get to know the real me. The me that dreams of freedom from the dissenting voices of my parents. The me that longs for love and acceptance from others. In a sense, I feel weaker.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Aleks. And make sure you come tomorrow. They’re starting to get annoyed,” Nikolai responds. The disapproval is extremely evident.
“I will,” I mutter. As I diverge from our common path, I turn my head towards Nikolai and give him a smile. If there’s anything I can do to repay my best friend for everything he’s done for me, I hope it reveals itself.
After about four minutes, I finally decide to sit myself down against a stump that was once a tree. From my pocket I pull out my carving knife. As I run my fingers along the texture, I can almost remember the days I began to carve wood. How amazing it felt to discover my talent. I yearn for those days. The nearest piece of wood I find falls victim to my lean arms as they weave through the hard texture precisely. The muscles of my forearm begin to dance as I press harder into my medium. The forest appears as a background to my work of art. The white snow compliments the bark I have manipulated and I sit basking in the glory of solitude.
“I don’t think I’m going to class today Nikolai,” I reveal. His concentration breaks free from the soon to be masterpiece, as he gives me a quizzical look. The moment our eyes meet, I rapidly turn towards the other direction. Out of all the relationships I’ve formed, which aren’t that many, Nikolai knows me the best and can figure out how I’m feeling. He knows I’m upset about something. I praise him in his ability to discover the deepest of emotions I feel. But I can’t help but regret giving him the chance to get to know the real me. The me that dreams of freedom from the dissenting voices of my parents. The me that longs for love and acceptance from others. In a sense, I feel weaker.
“Don’t do anything stupid, Aleks. And make sure you come tomorrow. They’re starting to get annoyed,” Nikolai responds. The disapproval is extremely evident.
“I will,” I mutter. As I diverge from our common path, I turn my head towards Nikolai and give him a smile. If there’s anything I can do to repay my best friend for everything he’s done for me, I hope it reveals itself.
After about four minutes, I finally decide to sit myself down against a stump that was once a tree. From my pocket I pull out my carving knife. As I run my fingers along the texture, I can almost remember the days I began to carve wood. How amazing it felt to discover my talent. I yearn for those days. The nearest piece of wood I find falls victim to my lean arms as they weave through the hard texture precisely. The muscles of my forearm begin to dance as I press harder into my medium. The forest appears as a background to my work of art. The white snow compliments the bark I have manipulated and I sit basking in the glory of solitude.
Open to anyone! Looking to get my first character involved. 
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