TIME WARP: Is This Hell? (OPEN)
Jan 6, 2012 21:53:55 GMT -5
Post by Lucah Ivaskov on Jan 6, 2012 21:53:55 GMT -5
Set in the year 2007
Hell? No. Worse. This place was worse than Hell! How was that even possible? What could possibly be worse than Hell? Oh right, America. The thoughts left a bitter taste in the young boy's mouth. It was true though, in his eyes, America the beautiful was nothing to him. The people spoke funny and had the manners of a rock. None. It was such a culture shock for him. At age twelve, Lucah wasn't so sure he could handle this sort of thing. He still had some maturing to do, not as much as his classmates in his eyes, but nonetheless he was still young. But it was his choice and he wasn't going to let his father judge him for going back home.
The courtyard he stood in was quaint, a good place for playing an instrument or writing poetry. Lucah smiled faintly at the idea. He could almost picture himself doing those things. Kocher had been easier to handle. People from several different countries with at least a similar language were everywhere. Hammel, well it was scarier. He didn't understand the culture or the clothing. If his father saw where he was now, he'd blow a gasket. Not that it took much for him to overreact.
That was why he'd run away in the first place. He was tired of his father ruling his life, though he still had to keep in touch. He missed his home, the familiar woods that surrounded his home, the view of the mountains from his bedroom window. Most of all, he missed his baby sister Jezebel. She was six and stuck with her father, unaware of why her brother had been taken so far away. She could write, but only a little. Luckily she was excelled in reading, so he told her he'd write to her everyday if he was able to. If she had problems surely someone in the house would help her. Doubtfully his father.
The thought of Jezebel made him frown and he pulled out a picture of the small girl. His thumb trailed against the picture and he bit his lip to keep the tears from coming to his eyes. Crying was for the weak as his father had pointed out so many times over his twelve years of living. Not his mother though, Jessamine had always encouraged him to cry if he felt like it. He missed her now more than ever. Just six years ago, she'd been in his life. Now she wasn't. Jez had taken her place in his life, but they both held a place in his heart.
Lucah was sitting under a tree with his knees pulled up to his chest. All alone because he knew no one in this strange place. Was this his personal version of hell? He wasn't sure, but it seemed that way.
Hell? No. Worse. This place was worse than Hell! How was that even possible? What could possibly be worse than Hell? Oh right, America. The thoughts left a bitter taste in the young boy's mouth. It was true though, in his eyes, America the beautiful was nothing to him. The people spoke funny and had the manners of a rock. None. It was such a culture shock for him. At age twelve, Lucah wasn't so sure he could handle this sort of thing. He still had some maturing to do, not as much as his classmates in his eyes, but nonetheless he was still young. But it was his choice and he wasn't going to let his father judge him for going back home.
The courtyard he stood in was quaint, a good place for playing an instrument or writing poetry. Lucah smiled faintly at the idea. He could almost picture himself doing those things. Kocher had been easier to handle. People from several different countries with at least a similar language were everywhere. Hammel, well it was scarier. He didn't understand the culture or the clothing. If his father saw where he was now, he'd blow a gasket. Not that it took much for him to overreact.
That was why he'd run away in the first place. He was tired of his father ruling his life, though he still had to keep in touch. He missed his home, the familiar woods that surrounded his home, the view of the mountains from his bedroom window. Most of all, he missed his baby sister Jezebel. She was six and stuck with her father, unaware of why her brother had been taken so far away. She could write, but only a little. Luckily she was excelled in reading, so he told her he'd write to her everyday if he was able to. If she had problems surely someone in the house would help her. Doubtfully his father.
The thought of Jezebel made him frown and he pulled out a picture of the small girl. His thumb trailed against the picture and he bit his lip to keep the tears from coming to his eyes. Crying was for the weak as his father had pointed out so many times over his twelve years of living. Not his mother though, Jessamine had always encouraged him to cry if he felt like it. He missed her now more than ever. Just six years ago, she'd been in his life. Now she wasn't. Jez had taken her place in his life, but they both held a place in his heart.
Lucah was sitting under a tree with his knees pulled up to his chest. All alone because he knew no one in this strange place. Was this his personal version of hell? He wasn't sure, but it seemed that way.
