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RE: Long Live - John Miller - 12 Dec 2011
John remained still in his bed, looking up at the ceiling and the walls. He hated that house. Everything about that house, including his own room. He didn't had any good memories about that place. All he remembered was pain, tears, blood and suffering. He remembered a lot of beating and a lot of curses that his father had put on him. He remembered his mother not giving a shit, and usually just appearing after it was all over and telling him things like 'If you would be better, your father wouldn't need to punish you so much, John.' Her voice still rang in his ears sometimes. Her attitude hurt him more than his father's punishments.
"Fuck this shit... I will one day be free. And very, VERY far away from here. And no one will stop me..." he said out loud, talking to himself.
RE: Long Live - Claire Standish - 12 Dec 2011
Claire thought she heard John speaking to himself, but she believed it to be her own imagination and not a real thing. When she got out of the bath, all covered in soft, fluffy towels, he was still in his bed, staring into an empty spot, looking as if he was having some sort of painful memories. His face seemed to be filled of pain and hard feelings.
"Are you okay..?" she asked, feeling a bit worried for him, while take a place next to him in bed and slowly drying her hair with a towel.
RE: Long Live - John Miller - 12 Dec 2011
John didn't realize that Claire had came out of the bathroom. He only noticed her there when she sat next to him. He looked at her with an empty expression. Trying to tell her what he was feeling wouldn't have helped anyone, especially him. She didn't understand.
"I am alright. Stop putting stupid, useless question and just mind your own shit." he said, while turning on his left side so he wouldn't be forced to stare at her anymore.
RE: Long Live - Claire Standish - 12 Dec 2011
"You have to be a jerk all the time, don't you?" Claire muttered, while raising her eyebrow. "Well, forgive me for giving a fuck. I am sorry."
She continued drying her hair with the towel, completely drying it and styling it afterwords using magic. She took a pair of long, skinny blue jeans from her suitcase and a long, simple t-shirt, with a cozy and warm sweater on top. She hated feeling cold.
"So... Are you coming downstairs?" she asked, seeing how he didn't seem to even want to move.
RE: Long Live - John Miller - 12 Dec 2011
John absently looked at Claire while she was getting ready. Her comment about giving a fuck sounded half true but it felt as a lie for him. He still couldn't trust her 100%, no matter how much he wanted or tried. He hated it, but it was true.
"You go. Stay with your daddy. I will come down too. I want to take a bath as well..." he said, sounding lost inside his own thoughts.
RE: Long Live - Claire Standish - 12 Dec 2011
Claire had a bit of a bad feeling about this. John sounded horribly depressed and thinking that he might end up hurting himself scared her. But since fighting or arguing with him would have been completely useless, she decided to just leave him alone. After all, maybe he really did needed just a bit of space and time.
RE: Long Live - John Miller - 12 Dec 2011
John filled the tub with freezing cold water. He didn't even bother to get undressed anymore. He sat down in it fully dressed, but the coldness pierced even through his tick cloths and made him shake. It send shivers through each of his muscles and bones and he sighted in a combination of pain and relief.
He had taken this trip here as a test. He had told himself that he was not going to be afriad of his father. That he was going to act mature and grown and powerful about this whole situation. That he was passed it, that he was not a child anymore. But, as soon as he had saw his dad, his knees got weak and breathing itself became a difficult thing. He had not past his own test. He really WAS still a child and he really WAS still afraid of his father... He couldn't believe that he had failed himself...
He left himself sink deeper inside the tub, closing his eyes. He was able to feel the freezing water entering his nose and mouth, taking all the air from his lungs. It felt painful and horrible, but he didn't cared. It was somehow so peaceful and calm... He felt as if he could die right there. Dying sounded peaceful...
RE: Long Live - Claire Standish - 12 Dec 2011
"John!" Claire shouted desperately, grabbing the boy powerfully and pulling him out of the cold water.
She had returned to her cousin's room simply because her bad feelings wouldn't go away. She felt something bad was gonna happen, she felt something was not right. No matter how much she tried, she was never able to ignore the powerful bad feelings that she was having, cause in most of the times, they weren't just feelings. They were true warnings.
When she entered his room and saw him in the tub like that, fully dressed but with his head under the water, not breathing, the most horrible thoughts took over her. With a big effort, she was able to push him out and lay him on the bathroom floor, in her arms.
"John, answer me. Wake up, you stupid brat, come on!" she said, with her hands shaking and tears threatening to escape her arms, while she was pushing his chest with both hands, trying to make the water get out of his lungs. "JOHN!!"
RE: Long Live - John Miller - 12 Dec 2011
John had felt into some kind of weird trance. He was seeing some powerful, white light and white figures all around him, some of them talking to him. He couldn't understand their words, but they didn't sounded dangerous. He didn't felt hurt anymore, or scared, or troubled... Everything was so peaceful...
But then, he started hearing someone calling his name, from some place that seemed to be so far away. The voice became more and more clear, while the white light and white figures started to slowly fade away... Claire's powerful, terrified voice pierced through him and made him feel as if he was sliding back down forecefully, with a worrying speed.
He started caughing harder than ever, spitting out water all over the place. His chest was hurting a lot, his lungs felt crushed, his view was blurry and his head dizzy. He needed to hold onto something cause he felt as if he was going to faint, so he grabbed Claire hard by her sweater, tearing it apart without wanting. He was feeling as if he had been brought back from death... And it didn't felt pleasant.
RE: Long Live - Claire Standish - 12 Dec 2011
Claire sweared between her teeth when John ripped her sweater apart, but it didn't matter that much. She grabbed him tight, with both hands, holding him in place so he wouldn't struggle so much anymore. "It's okay, you're safe now... Calm down, shh... It's fine..." she whispered in his ear, trying to make him feel better.
She removed the water from his face with her hand and she kissed his forehead, holding onto him strongly. "Damn, you scared me, John... You scared the crap out of me... I thought... For just a second there, I thought I lost you..."