Elijah Perales {D2/FIN}

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Elijah Perales {D2/FIN} Oct 1, 2014 22:03:19 GMT -5

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Elijah perales

My father called it being egotistical; I called it confidence.

For stuttering steps and an unfaithful heart would not do a man of my caliber well, considering his path was narrow and his mistakes limited to close to none. In order to stay true, to follow the narrow path pace by pace, confidence must be found somewhere, and I just so happened to find this so-called-confidence in the beginning, when simple words instilled themselves in my mind and anchored their roots deeply.

“You’ve got potential, Elijah.”

And indeed I did, with a determination unequaled by anyone and a mind able to be unaffected by any form of temptation or barricade, I was rivaled by those with fleeting thoughts, whose hearts were not set in stone, inconsistency a consistent companion from sunrise to sunset and any time in between, being accompanied only by thoughts of conflict. I had morale, yes, but I tended to disregard it when circumstances were crucial, for morale would not keep you alive—intelligence would.

And I had plenty of that to spare, and between the combination of these both the potential that came naturally and the intelligence that I had hammered into my own mind, I considered myself more than ready to face a world who tended to give off a vibe of instability and stupidity. Humility was not a word that graced my vocabulary, and I never bothered to apologize for this, simply because I never saw reason to.

“It’s in your blood.”

Yet I refused to owe my success to genetics, as my thought process came from neither my mother nor father or their mothers or fathers. There was nothing credible in the Perales name, and nobody dared to deny this, for though they turned their noses up at any remark I made on the matter, no one ever said anything against my statements, leaving the truth to be deciphered by the ears of the listener.

Our name did nothing but give us rote identification, and though it spoke of our line, of history gone and forgotten, it did not define me. At the end of the day, people would remember deeds done, not necessarily the name that them out. And indeed, I did not want my name plastered across a plaque of bronze, for even this dulled with time.

(Elijah Perales, what a name.)

Elijah Perales, better known as “Eli,” the boy with a tight-set jaw and messy hair that never fell the same way twice.

Elijah Perales, who never gave much thought to trivial matters anyway.

For that’s all that these things were, for the alignment of buttons on a shirt or matching socks didn’t matter much in the full spectrum, for a life or death situation wouldn’t be determined by such things. And I suppose for that reason I shied away from my mother’s hovering touch as her fingers attempted to fix these little issues, those like a wrinkled shirt or a bunched collar. But they did matter to her, for those who don’t importance on their mind tended to fall back upon the minute in order to fill the gaps of space that occupied their mind. And this was proven by my mother’s chit chat, as if the weather meant much to a boy that spent most of his time indoors.

My time was wasting away second by second, and any time spent on things of this nature spent the precious currency and gained me nothing in return. There was no question about it—I was bound to be dead by the time I hit twenty-five, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, for if I was to live by a motto (which I don’t, for the world doesn’t have the privilege of setting strict by them), it would be something along the lines of only the good dying young.

(Then again, in the back of my mind I knew that despite the guises I was never destined to be good—

I’m pretty sure I’ll die young regardless.)

It was through these masks I convinced myself that what I did, the lives I took and the cuts I made upon the world and its inhabitants, were for a righteous cause, when it was blatantly apparent that this was not the case. For sixteen years I had walked on glass, only knowing that I was doing so for six of them. Up until then my parents’ hushed words had only set off a spark of suspicion, never amounting to much more until about the age of ten. By that point I seemed less of their child and more of their burden, and the drive to become self-sufficient took a place of full prominence in my mind.

My father began to take cheap shots at my lack of proportion from limb to limb about this point, laughing as I tripped over my own feet, casting his shadow over my trembling frame as he yanked me to my feet, upon which I would receive reprimanding as to why I should’ve been back on my feet before he could even take a step in my direction.

Needless to say, I stood up a bit quicker next time.

And eventually quicker turned into not at all, limbs that seemed as if they’d never be quite right evening out to a solid five foot eleven frame I was proud to call my own. It wasn’t with ease he threw shots towards me anymore, for the voice that responded was no longer that of a fear-ridden child, but that of a boy who was blinded somewhat by ideas he saw heroic and thoughts he was no longer scared to speak. And though the phase of cracking syllables and awkward pitch had left its embarrassment seeded in my heart, the deep voice that matched that of the man I looked up to now spoke in a tone as level as the one who raised him.

“What do you reckon about this one, boy?”

Never Elijah; never Eli or son or my own, but boy, because that was simply all I was.

“I don’t know, but it’s bound to be bloody.”

Elijah "Eli" Perales
Age 16
District 2
Male
FC: Adam Abraham
oDair

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