Matthew Waylan
Jul 16, 2011 23:50:42 GMT -5
Post by Matthew Waylan on Jul 16, 2011 23:50:42 GMT -5
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The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Matthew Fletcher Waylan
Nickname: Matt, Mattie only by his sister and family
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Local Student
Power(s): non-powered
Play By: Francisico Lachowski
Let it F L O W . . .
[/center]Protector
A look into the life of Matthew Fletcher Waylan
Sections
I.Before the System
II.Survival Tactics
III.First Impressions
IV.The Trials of a Brother
V.Exposure and Aftermath
VI.Protector
SECTION I: Before the System
I was born to a mother and father on Christmas day who didn’t want me. What a present I was. Unplanned and unthought-of I was the one who ruined my parent’s life. My mother did not dare to not have me. My father would have had a cow, so to speak. There was no way a child of his was going to be aborted. He didn’t care that they were both on drugs. He didn’t care enough to tell my mother that she should go off drugs. She should get her education. She should let me have a good life. Nope. He didn’t care.
My mother, for the most part, tried her hardest. She was the one up with me in the middle of the night when I wouldn’t stop crying. She was the one who scavenged for food and to feed me when I was hungry.She was the one to get me clothes when I was cold in the winter. She tried her best. Honestly she did. That is why I don’t blame her. I blame my father.
My father is the one who hit her. My father is the one to cause the bruises on her face that the neighbors noticed. He was the one to make me scream when he kept hitting her. Needless to say the neighbors heard. They had had their suspicions before about what went on in the tiny apartment we lived in. When I screamed, and didn’t stop screaming, they called the police. With my two year old brain the only thing I really remembered was the lights were flashing and everyone kept telling me to be quiet. Even when they brought out my mother on the stretcher, even after my father was being taken away by the police, I was still screaming. My mother said only a few words to me as she was going in the ambulance. “ Be quiet now.”
I was quiet.
SECTION II: Survival Tactics
At the tender age of two, I was thrown into foster care. There I learned the two most important survival tactics. I made it an objective of mine to master both of these things. The first, to stay quiet, I have done since the night I was taken from my mother. With my father in jail, my mother in the hospital, and no other relatives willing to take me in I kept silent. After all, those were her words to me and I was an obedient boy. When they spoke to me I only answered in the direst of needs, any other time it was not useful for me to talk. When I was silent the people of many families that had me, at least until they found out I was basically mute, would treat me as one of their own. I made my way from family to family. I got used to not having friends and I trusted no one. That is just who I was.
The second survival tactic is this.“ Find something, anything, and get into it. Don’t give it up. Focus all of yourself into that one thing.” Integrate this into your brain if you are a foster kid. It makes it a hell of a lot easier. The pursuit I threw myself into was soccer. Maybe not at first, I was still quite young, but as the days became years I became more obsessed with it. Hell it was the only thing that kept me going after all that time. I was never one to stay indoors much and I could learn just as mush outside as I did inside. My energy coupled with my need to be alone led me to develop all of the skills that I had. Honestly the only thing my father ever gave me, that I was thankful for was the old soccer ball. To this day I have it somewhere. Maybe in a closet? Anyway that’s what let me survive.
What exactly would I have to survive from? Well it might be the shuffling from home to home. Or it might be the constant feeling of how I am not good enough and that no one wanted me. My mother didn’t want me. As I have stated, I ruined her life. Her husband wouldn’t be in jail and she wouldn’t have gotten hit if it was not for me. I ruined her life. So I went from house to house, always moving when they found out my true nature. I knew I was lucky though. There were other in the system who had much worse then I did. I spent the years trying to just get by. I was put up for adoption by my mother when I was six years old. She did not want me anymore. For I had caused her too much heartache. When the Waylan's came to me… well lets just say that first impressions are very important.
SECTION III: First Impressions
So yea, here I am again. Now listen this is important. Count with me. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7. Now what is your reaction? On average the first impression of someone is established in seven seconds. Only seven seconds for a scared little six year old to feel at home and safe with a couple. I know it may seem useless or impractical for someone to feel safe in only seven seconds but its true. The two were so warm… so caring that I knew I was safe. That was a feat that I was not sure was even possible. My heart had been broken so many times by perspective families that it truly was a miracle.
The thing is, the Waylan's are special. Even though they knew I didn’t speak, they still chatted and paid attention to me. With my soccer ball in hand I made my way to the new home. My first name stayed the same, but I got a middle name and a new last one. I was now Matthew Fletcher Waylan.
Lets just say my first meeting with my little sister was interesting. She immediately started talking. I think the first thing that ran through my head about her was that she was so small and talkative. She even told me she would share her bear. I later found out her bear was hers alone. Desperate to prove I could be a good big brother to her I showed her my soccer ball. Maybe it was the wanting to impress her, or maybe it was just a chance to show off my skills, I honestly don’t know, but I commenced to show her tricks with the soccer ball. She was thrilled, albeit a little confused with how I was doing that. When she accepted me, for me, I knew that I would protect her with all that I had. Even if I ended up being in trouble for her.
SECTION IV : The Trials of a Brother
So we came to the prank section eh? This is the section where I explain how my younger sister tuned out to be a pranking monster and the onslaught of troubles that ensued with the simple pranks of childhood. Honestly I have no idea where she came up with some of these idea. From dropping water balloons on innocent passerby’s from the roof to dumping a bucket o water on someone as they walked in the door Dani’s pranks just got more and more serious. It was almost as I she was refining them for some sort of cause that only she was privy to. Somehow of course I got pulled into them. Maybe I was put there to stop he from going to far or something but the times I wasn’t there to hold her back there were some serious consequences. When my parents found out Dani was thrown into fencing, with the hope that she would be more occupied with that and give up her pranking ways. No such luck. Don’t even get me started on the pranks she pulled on me. I still shudder at the thought of some of them.
Now I really shouldn’t be complaining. Heck without my sister I probably would have just been a child who was all alone and had no fun. With her around, even though she was always getting us into trouble, I had fun. Not, though that I would ever admit it. I am sure Dani knows anyway. I could never hide anything from her. My life with the Waylan’s only made me realize just how much I had missed out on. I had a family. Even when I was thrown into the situations that were so unfamiliar to me, I was able to say that at the end of the day I always had my family. Ever since I got picked up by the Waylan’s I will always strive to protect my little sister. I honestly don’t care if I get in trouble or her actions as long as she looked up to me. When she accepted me I strove to become the “perfect big brother”. Ok, its true. I spoil my little sister. She can get away with mostly anything with me. Even my parents have noticed it. For the most part though they just let it slide on account of the fact I kept her out of trouble all of these years. I have tried my hardest to be the one who she could always go to.
My life with the Waylan’s has made me thankful everyday. They are the ones who support me. They let me try new things and are truly a blessing. I am still silent most o the time but my little sister can get me to talk in any way shape or form. She is really the only one who has heard my voice for more then a few short sentences. The only other person might be my cousin Zaede, but that is only because he was with Dani most of the time. The two actually got quite close and he is one of the few people that I would trust Dani. The two met at a family reunion and they hit it off. He is the one who got her into Anime, for that I thank him. It is something I can calm her down with. I don’t know how many times I have had to bribe her with various merchandise to get her to calm down or to talk her out of a prank.
SECTION V: Exposure and Aftermath
[/center]All right reader you have come to a very important part of the story. This isn’t specifically about me, though it does affect me directly. This is where I tell you all about my sister becoming a meta. She was fourteen, I only sixteen. My cousin, Zaede was up and the two were doing impressions. I was sitting quietly watching the two of them with a smile. What happened next was chaos. Dani was doing her impression of my cousin and she was doing an excellent job. Until she got it down perfectly. Every mannerism, every inch of her was copying him with her voice. Even the way he slurred some of his words together.
I knew something was wrong when her voice started becoming different with each word she spoke. Plus she had panicked. One thing about my sister is she doesn’t panic. This was serious whatever it was. I knew I had to do something to help her, to calm her down at least. When she got near me I took her up to her room and locked the door. Then I proceeded to do something that I would never have done for anyone else. I talked.
Finally after I got her alone and got her to shut up I was able to reason with her. Make her remember her voice. I think the shock of me actually talking led to her thinking. She knew I was serious. In the minutes, that’s seemed like hours, I was able to calm her down. Even though I was scared for her I knew she was much more scared then I. Hell she was almost crying and Danicca never cried. For one thing it would destroy all of the walls and reputation she had built up and for another it was a sign of weakness in her eyes.
After getting her to calm down and returning to normal my cousin burst through the door, (ruining the lock) and made his way over to Dani to proceed to question her to no end. He said he knew of others with abilities. Although this seemed to calm Dani it troubled me greatly. He then went onto some tangent about how to get the attention of this special school and what not. I trust him I really do, but looking back at it, the whole scheme was just wrong.
When a newscast came to do a story on Dani I could only be described as a lurker to the whole entire process. I did not trust those people, After all Dani was my precious sister. She was putting her future in the hands of people who only wanted to exploit her. I really couldn’t believe she went through with the plan by Zaede. I just wanted my little sister to be safe. This was something that was putting her in danger and I didn’t like it. Not one bit.
When Hammel showed up at our door, in some ways I was relieved. In others I was scared. They were taking my sister away but at least there she could be trained. Still, she is my little sister, Who would be there to protect her if I was not? I know Dani. she would most certainty be in trouble every second of the day if it wasn’t for me. Her nature makes her a target for others who don’t understand her. To me Dani is probably my most important treasure. How was she going to survive there? Mostly I was the one most opposed to the whole situation. Even though I kept quiet it was very apparent to the people around me .
SECTION VI: Protector
So it has been a year since Hammel came and got my sister. I had been utterly miserable since then and I had become more withdrawn and anti-social. Losing my sister made me quite the quiet person, not that I wasn't before. Now it was worse though. I hardly ever spoke anymore and I think it confused my parents. Teach them not to move sooner. I threw myself into soccer, making my skills better and losing myself in the game. The field became my sanctuary and I was able to think there. I also threw myself into the writing process and tried to not think about the fact that I was coming home to a place that didn’t feel like home anymore.
Initially my parents got tired of my moods, and decided that we were going to move. When they told me I was ecstatic. I didn’t care I was leaving my hometown ( relatively speaking), and the only thing on my mind was when exactly we were moving. I think my first reaction was to run over and give them a hug. I could barely contain my words as I thanked them. They were so shocked, to see me talk, that much in that short amount of time, that they truly knew how happy I was.
During the weeks that we waited to move I was always walking around with a smile on my face. Every one noticed the change in my behavior. I literally had transformed in my attitude. So now I am on my way to Pilot Ridge with my family to be closer to my sister. Finally I would be able to keep a watch on her and keep her out of trouble. I would be her eternal protector.
Author’s Note
This is Matthew here. I wrote this for the purpose of myself and once finished it will be properly disposed of. Since it is my life, the way I view it, I hope that you all reading will understand my thoughts and actions. Do not judge me for who I am. If this were to ever fall in the wrong hands, and someone would want to use this information to hurt me I will act appropriately. This is for me. Me. Since it has fallen into your hands I would appreciate if you could dispose of it as soon as possible. Thank you for listening to my story, told from my point of view of how I came to be and who I am.
As always this is Matthew Fletcher Waylan.
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