The Broken Clock is a Comfort/// Darius Oneshot///

As the morning sun peaks above the horizon, flashes of light flicker through the cracks inside the old shack. The wooden boards creek from the ferocious wind blasting through the sky. During the night of the winter months, it's near impossible to stay warm. Most temperatures don't drop below freezing here, yet it's extremely cool. My eyes flip open gazing at the red, orange clouds sitting high above the sky welcoming the sun. It's amazing to watch the clouds turn colors throughout the day, but time never allows the chance to gaze at the clouds- not that I would if the chance was placed before me. Cloud gazing was fun when this body was four and had a mother that cared. Anything that reminds me of her is against every thread of my being. She's a liar, and a bitch deserving of the hatred living inside the endless cycle of death. Her words were broken causing the words descending from my lips to be laced with a horrible chill wishing to break the hearts of the innocent lives before me. My life has been fine without her in my life. It goes to show that nobody is in need of parents to survive with a life ticking away like a broken clock left behind.

Life doesn't make sense in the least bit anymore. Most waking seconds are spent working in the fields from sunrise to sunset- it's all I know. Throughout school, the teachers would only talk about how we needed to serve the Capitol. It's a load of horse shit if you ask me. Why should we be force fed what's correct. I'm tired of these control freaks telling me how to run my life. It's none of their business how I live. It's my life, and only I can control how I live. Life wouldn't be any easier without being told what to do. My filthy mother taught me how to act around other people- remain calm and don't say a word. That only goes so far though. Nothing can be done; however, because nobody is brave enough to speak against the mighty power struck Capitol. Hatred can be spoken against them, but it doesn't change the facts of life. A huge blast of wind flies through the cracks of the wooden boards sending chills flying up my spine as my hands draw the tiny blanket tight against myself.

Today is hopefully a lazy day doing absolutely nothing. Staying in bed as the sun flies through the sky quickly turning it into darkness. Washing away the pain of the day before drinking a glass of water hiding under the shadows avoiding anything that could be going on outside. I draw the blanket over my head fighting to end the day without any worry in the world. The sound of the boards creaking in the wind fills my ears happily. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly life goes from one being painful to exciting in midst of turmoil. My head falls back against the bed as  a hand brushes through the fur covering my head saving it from the smooth, bald top to be showing. My eyes flutter shut forcing myself to block out the rest of the world. Today is my day, and I will spend my day being lazy in bed doing nothing. A loud thunderous noise shakes the ceiling as my heart leaps out of my chest. My eyes widen as a saucer as the noise sounds through the tiny house again. Why can't I have just a single moment for me. Why does everything go wrong when I'm just trying to have a day for only me?

The blanket flies across the room with a quick motion before quickly twirling my feet towards the ground. A rough hand gently wipes the sleep away from my eyes as a shirt is tossed over my shoulders. Shoes slide onto my feet as a hand grabs a jacket trying to hurry and answer the door. If it's the peacekeepers, it's not the best idea to keep them waiting. Another thunderous boom shakes the tiny shake causing anger to flow through my veins eating away at the lazy thoughts that once lived inside my mind. "I'm coming. I'm coming. Give me a moment." A voice laced with malice flows from my room ringing towards the door bouncing of the walls echoing through my ears. The knocking ceases as an eerie silence consumes my soul thrashing it around among the hopeless feeling lurking inside me. My feet slide through the room carefully waiting for the door to fly open at any given second, yet it never does. My hand caresses the ragged hole of the door carefully before swinging it open. My chin drops to the floor as my eyes widen at the mess standing before me and screams surround me.

Two small children, wrapped in a blanket, sit before me crying at the top of their lungs mixing with the non ending howls of anger fleeing me. My hands raise above my head before slamming them into the door. Exasperation flies through my veins burning hatred deeper into the depths of the dark abyss of a never ended labyrinth protected by the skull forming my face. A scowl sweeps across my face as the screaming continues. My fist slams into the door again as a long list of swears flow freely past the filter forgotten to be shut. Red dances before my eyes as my cheeks flush the color of the clouds in the morning. A fool dropped these children off here. It must be a mistake. I don't need these children living in my house under my roof. I don't need them, and they sure as hell don't need me. My feet step back into the house slamming the door in front of me with the hope of this being a dream and the children being gone when I open the door again, but to my dismay, they are still there- crying for someone to love them. "What the hell am I supposed to do with two crying children."

The tiny girl reaches her hand towards me from under the blanket holding onto a white sheet of paper folded nicely into a tiny square. Tears flow down her face as frustration grows heavier inside my chest making it near impossible to breath. I snatch the paper out of her hands sighing as loud as possible allowing them to know the anger filled within me is towards them despite not knowing them. Screams of misery surrounds me as the children cry in front of me. My hands run through my hair as the paper cartwheels towards the ground. My heart bursts into a thousand pieces before being glued together with hostility. Nothing will change the feeling living inside me- hatred, anger, bitterness. The tiny girl grabs the paper and throws it through the air landing right at my feet; apparently she wants me to read it. Maybe it'll allow me to make sense of what's going on right now. Fine! I'll read it! Just leave me alone, and I'll read the damn paper." I pick the paper off the ground. My fingers stumble around the corners before spotting a neatly written letter.

Darius Faux
You may not know who I am, and you probably don't want to know who I am. It's been years since you've last talked to me. It's been years since you abused me, and treated me like I was your property. You thought you owned me, and for the longest time I thought you owned me as well, but someone showed me otherwise. It took me forever to realize your true motives in the relationship, and I honestly believe you are as much part of this as I am. Darius, I loved you, and I gave you everything I had. You were my sole purpose for living and moving on ever single day. I still love you Darius, and I've hidden myself away form you. I don't want you to see me anymore, yet I've been following you every single day. You know who I am Darius. You know how you made my life such a living hell. You didn't want to be with me when I told you we were going to be parents. You threw me to the dirt wishing to never see me again. Every time I look into our children's eyes, I see you. Your face dances before me cursing me. I still love you even though it's been so long ago. For me to show you my love, I'm leaving our children with you for you to raise. I've got them this far in life, and it's your turn to get them even further. You need to man up and be the father they need. Own up and live your life because you've are just as much part of them as I am. We're parents Darius, and I'm no loner raising these children. It's your turn. Standing before you is our twins. Weston and Betsy Faux. Your last name is their last name. Do something you fool and live your life. Raise the children. Treat them with respect and maybe one day, I'll step foot into your life again. Until that day,.
I love you forever.
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Swiftly my hands crumble the paper into a ball before throwing it against the ground as hard as possible. Tears form in my eyes as the anger builds to an all knew high. Life shatters before me as my eyes gaze towards the children sitting before me. A loud sigh escapes my lips. My hand slowly opens the door behind me before showing motioning for the children to come inside. Weston and Betsy slowly walk through the doors. The door slams shut behind me unsure of what to say or do. Nothing makes sense anymore. All I wanted was to have a lazy day, bit it turned into the worse day ever. What do I do now? Why can't they just leave me alone? Why can't I just leave them to all die in the cold? That's what my mother did to me. That's what she did to them. She left them here just like my mother left me at my uncles. She may have promised them she'd return, but we all know it's a lie. Maybe they aren't so different after all. My feet slide through the house leading the children to my room as I quickly try to figure out how we're all going to live together as a happy family.

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Lyrics: Broken- Lifehouse