Up and Away (Open)
Sept 11, 2011 19:05:42 GMT -5
Post by lovergirl on Sept 11, 2011 19:05:42 GMT -5
I woke up with a flinch, quickly shaking off my bloody and scream-filled nightmare and walked into my little brother's room. He looked so peaceful, with a smile gracing his small face and a slight hug to his pillow. To awaken such a beautiful creature would be a crime against humanity, but it had to be done at some point. After crossing the five feet to get to his small cot, I run my fingers through his curly black hair, gently humming a random tune. This usually helps with the start of the day since a normal wake-up call is too much for Trin.
"Up and at 'em, darling," I whisper into his ear, smiling widely once his eyes pop open and he snickers.
There's no way to express how my heart blossoms when I know that he's lived another day. That is honestly the only thing I live for. My brother is my whole world and more. Nothing can take that away from me. One tug to his soft hands and he sprints to the kitchen, somehow expertly avoiding any chance of tripping. I roll my eyes, knowing that once again, we will go through the process of my parents completely ignoring our existence. Handling that on my own is bearable, but for Trin to carry that load is too harsh. He can't even understand why they act the way they do. Most of the time, Trin believes that he has done something wrong. The only crime he's committed is loving his parents that won't allow themselves to love him back.
I shyly wave towards the two almost-strangers that sit in our dining room. They're both eating our stale toast and chattering amongst themselves. Not one acknowledgment comes my way and I sigh, knowing that I shouldn't have even tried. On the other hand, Trin is jumping up and down around their chairs, smiling and hugging on their legs. This would not end on a positive note.
"Trin, let go. We have to go soon, remember?" my voice shakes slightly as I look down at my little brother, aware that he will never have a hug returned.
He cautiously untangles his arms and shuffles over to me, his head hanging low. I shake my head and grip his chin softly, tilting it up until we make eye contact. One smile. That's all it takes for him to move on from the scene. One smile and he's already begging for food. One apple and a few nuts later, I'm stalking after Trin while he runs towards to school. I finally catch up to my target, latching my hand onto his. He laughs and stumbles a few times but we finally make it to the gray building. Planting one knee on the ground and one foot right next to it, I am kneeling in front of this magnificent human being, ready to make my daily speech.
I clear my throat, "Now, remember what I told you. Try your best. Don't mind what the other kids have to say, okay? They won't ever get it, but I do. Answer every question thrown your way, and it's okay to be wrong. That's how we learn around here. Everyone makes mistake, and sometimes, it's better to do so. Those perfect people won't be anywhere near as great as you'll be."
Trin does his usual nod that means that he wants to bust out of there and I kiss his forehead, letting him run off to whatever waits behind those doors. I don't like to let him go but it's needed. I know my parents don't believe he'll make it in the long run. That's why I'm here. To prove them wrong. After remembering what I had forgotten, I run back to the house, grabbing a pair of boots and a water sack and heading out to get a head start on the work I have to get done this week. The mud from last night had dried up but I could tell it would start up soon enough. I had no idea what I'd have to do today, but I hope it's something that won't give me a cold. After entering my own classroom, I sit near the back, smiling up at the teacher.
"Up and at 'em, darling," I whisper into his ear, smiling widely once his eyes pop open and he snickers.
There's no way to express how my heart blossoms when I know that he's lived another day. That is honestly the only thing I live for. My brother is my whole world and more. Nothing can take that away from me. One tug to his soft hands and he sprints to the kitchen, somehow expertly avoiding any chance of tripping. I roll my eyes, knowing that once again, we will go through the process of my parents completely ignoring our existence. Handling that on my own is bearable, but for Trin to carry that load is too harsh. He can't even understand why they act the way they do. Most of the time, Trin believes that he has done something wrong. The only crime he's committed is loving his parents that won't allow themselves to love him back.
I shyly wave towards the two almost-strangers that sit in our dining room. They're both eating our stale toast and chattering amongst themselves. Not one acknowledgment comes my way and I sigh, knowing that I shouldn't have even tried. On the other hand, Trin is jumping up and down around their chairs, smiling and hugging on their legs. This would not end on a positive note.
"Trin, let go. We have to go soon, remember?" my voice shakes slightly as I look down at my little brother, aware that he will never have a hug returned.
He cautiously untangles his arms and shuffles over to me, his head hanging low. I shake my head and grip his chin softly, tilting it up until we make eye contact. One smile. That's all it takes for him to move on from the scene. One smile and he's already begging for food. One apple and a few nuts later, I'm stalking after Trin while he runs towards to school. I finally catch up to my target, latching my hand onto his. He laughs and stumbles a few times but we finally make it to the gray building. Planting one knee on the ground and one foot right next to it, I am kneeling in front of this magnificent human being, ready to make my daily speech.
I clear my throat, "Now, remember what I told you. Try your best. Don't mind what the other kids have to say, okay? They won't ever get it, but I do. Answer every question thrown your way, and it's okay to be wrong. That's how we learn around here. Everyone makes mistake, and sometimes, it's better to do so. Those perfect people won't be anywhere near as great as you'll be."
Trin does his usual nod that means that he wants to bust out of there and I kiss his forehead, letting him run off to whatever waits behind those doors. I don't like to let him go but it's needed. I know my parents don't believe he'll make it in the long run. That's why I'm here. To prove them wrong. After remembering what I had forgotten, I run back to the house, grabbing a pair of boots and a water sack and heading out to get a head start on the work I have to get done this week. The mud from last night had dried up but I could tell it would start up soon enough. I had no idea what I'd have to do today, but I hope it's something that won't give me a cold. After entering my own classroom, I sit near the back, smiling up at the teacher.
