Author: MonochromeLights PM
Have you ever wanted to fly? Escape this maddening existence we call reality?Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Words: 863 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-15-13 - id: 8912176
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note 1: Boo's mind is fun to work with, really.
Disclaimer: 'To Kill a Mockingbird' is by Harper Lee, I do not own it, nor will I ever.
Have you ever wanted to fly? Escape this maddening existence we call reality?
(I just wanted to stretch my wings and flyflyfly into the blueblue sky)
I did not like father, he was cold and unfeeling.
(just like a porcelain doll, so veryvery hollow)
I did not like Nathan.
(he called me names I shall not repeat)
I loved mother. Mother was nice, she loved me the best, while father preferred Nathan, she gifted me items, comforted me, made me smile, sung songs to me and told me stories of the outside world.
(a world I was banned from knowing because of a lie)
Mother was terribly sick, however.
(voices spoke to her, they fed her lieslieslies)
It had been the middle of the summer years ago, when the air was thick enough to suffocate and the sun and sky were bright enough to blind, and the townspeople spent it in the shade, children were eating ice-pops, women were sipping lemonade while gossiping and men were out working. Of course, we had to spend it indoors, we were an unseen enigma. It was a quiet morning, and all seemed well until mother ran out screaming murder, that I was killing them all, in a split second, father had taken scissors, sliced his leg and given them to me.
(I was too transfixed with the redredred blood oozing out)
Father was given treatment and I was sent away to the courthouse jail, where it was cold and full of a creeping, twisting sort of darkness that would slink around and squeeze the life and soul out of a person, the sort of darkness that would make me wake up in shuddering spasms on occasion, the sort of darkness that could kill a man. Of course, father arrived to take me back after a while and kept me locked up, but my room felt darker and colder than the cell, because the darkness that had inhabited my cell had followed and now filled this room.
(it is dark and suffocating and I cannot breathe, it is so darkdarkdark)
My only sources of solace, the only thing keeping me tethered to this world, to whatever remains of my sanity, are the neighborhood children.
(I like the girl the best, she is familiar, and she reminds me of something, whatwhatwhat?)
And today, to add to my amusement and their joy, another child has arrived, a boy whose height is dwarfed by the other two, with a shrill and defiant tone to match, and, as expected of a newcomer, he is curious about my house.
(no, it is not my house, but Nathan's house, for he is the normal one, I am a monster)
While the girl remains silent, the taller boy, her elder brother, eagerly fills him in with tall tales spun by a combination of the neighborhood and the wild imagination of Miss Stephanie Crawford, a woman my father would sneer at in disgust, of my childhood as a delinquent, the supposed attack upon my father, my appearance, akin to that of a demon. They feed him rumors picked up like scraps of paper from the streets, bits of the truth, but not the complete story, and then provide him with a name for me, Boo.
(I am a ghost to them, an unknown entity to be feared, as it should be, people fear what they do not see, and I have always been unseen, therefore, they must fear me. But who decided that? Who decided that those who choose to behave differently, who opt to remain unseen, were demons?)
Father has died.
(I do not feel anything; his reign of tyranny over us has ended)
Nathan has taken over and mother is sicker than ever. It is a dare that has the tall boy rushing over to touch my-Nathan's house and racing back to the other end of the street with his tail between his legs, I pause to stare for a fraction of a second and the girl spots me.
(or does she see my ghost? whowhowho?)
note 2: like I said before, Boo is quite fun to write with.
note 3: if the style I have written in confuses you I apologize, I am experimenting with something I see often in other archives.
note 4: I apologize for the length; I understand that is quite short, but as the first chapter of TKAM focused on Jem and Scout's family life and Dill's arrival, I had to keep it rather short, do not worry I will make the other chapters longer.
note 5: the length is pre-determined, 31 chapters of TKAM, 32 chapters of 'Musings' (32 will be an epilogue)
note 6: I will try to update every day, if not then every other day.
note 7: reviews and constructive criticism are much appreciated.