A/N just a little thing I wrote at 1 am. I was inspired by an article I'd
read on bipolar (manic-depressive) disorder, and thought that a lot of the
symptoms apply to Riff. Just a little idea that I thought I'd toy around
He was being tormented again. You could tell. And it wasn't the typical
tormenting either. He could take the beatings from Frank. But it was this
that he couldn't take. He was being tormented from the inside. It seemed
like everything in the castle was mocking him. There were days were he'd
barely drudge through the castle. Others were he seemed paranoid, and
distrusting everyone, even me.
I could usual put up with that, it only lasted a few days, but there was
something more underlying, more unpredictable. His temper. His patience was
as thin as Frank's fishnets. But there were days when he was fine, happy
even. But then there were days were it seemed like he'd snapped.
It could even change by the minute. You could never tell what he was
feeling, or weither it was a good day for him or not. For this reason Frank
always tried to stay on his good side. Which was hard with a person with as
many sides as my brother.
At first glance, he seems almost creepy looking, with his long mane of
blonde hair, and pale skin. But when you look at him longer, you see a man
engulfed in pain and sadness. Or if you see him on one of his better days,
a man just plain tormented, wanting out of what he was in. Then, you had
his angry side. The side most people saw too often. He'd never really been
angry growing up, slightly aggressive, but never angry. The way he was now,
was so completely different. He seemed to get mad at the slightest thing.
The molding around the floor of their bedroom showed the most signs of his
I was lucky that he rarely took his anger out on me phsycally. He was
strong, there was no doubt about that, and he'd be able to easily beat me.
Hell, he could probably even kill me if he wanted to. But he wouldn't. He
loved me. That was the side hardly anyone saw. The side that I think I am
the only one that can see it. His tender, loving side. He was so gentle
around me, so peaceful, so calm. It was almost as if all the anger that he
was feeling could dissipate when he looked at me, touched me.
He could be so generous, so caring. He could remember things most people
forgot. He could remember your favorite food and bring it to you if he
sensed that you weren't well. If he wanted to of course. I was about the
only person whom he wanted to do anything for. But yet, he never forgot
anyone else in the castle's birthday either.
That was yet another side of him. He had a mind like a steel trap. You
could tell him something, and he'd remember it. He had done well in school
for this reason. And he had a voracious appitite for books. I think part of
it was the fact that he could lose himself inside of a book. Get away from
his harsh life.
But yet, even though he had all these different features, you could really
only see two. His sad, angry side, and his more happy side. And there was
always that fine line he walked between the two. You never knew what kind
of a mood he'd be in next, weather he'd be on top of the world, or
threatening suicide. The mood swings were what scared Frank. It was his
possible suicide that scared me.