HOMETOWN HERO *

a  study  in  :  hiding behind a mask, poor coping mechanisms, always the hero never the damsel, diving head first into danger, trust issues, the loss of innocence, and having the rug pulled right from under you. ( formerly kingsitter, dorksitter, dorksttr, & reignedfear ). 

fool    him    once    ,    well    shame    on    you    !    fool    him    again    .    .    .    perhaps    a    third    time    .    cleverness    and    charm    had    always    carried    the    young    harrington    were    intelligence    could    not    (    he    wasn’t    .    .    .    not    smart,    by    any    means,    but    struggled    often    with    things    others    seemed    to    come    by    naturally    .    the    nuances    of    expression    lost    on    him,    small    vocal    cues    lost    in    translation    )    .    “    no,    we    won’t.    ”    handsome    features    set    into    a    hard    mask    of    determination,    mouth    downturned    as    amber    gaze    falls    to    the    monochromatic    slip    of    a    girl    at    his    left.    “    we’re    gonna    get    those    fuckers.    ”    the    curse    sounded    strange    slithering    from    his    lips,    almost    forced    through    too    -    perfect    teeth    and    a    barely    healed    split    lip.    

“ and if i say i’m happy , i must be happy . i must be happy in this world . ”

fingers    grasp    desperately    onto    theirs,    squeezing    the    delicate    bones    (    she    was    there    ,    they    were    both    alive    .    they    would    keep    on    fighting    )    .    “    you    know    me,    cunningham.    can’t    get    rid    of    me    if    you    tried.    ”    like    a    cockroach    !    cut    him    to    pieces    and    he    continued    to    crawl    back    from    the    muck,    weak    and    scared,    but    alive    .    “    i’m    gonna    be    just    fine.    just    gotta    .    .    .    rest    up,    do    what    the    doctor    tells    me.    i’m    not    gonna    leave    you.    ”

cat , , , my angel, my sweet baby music love. i cannot handle the levels of fruit invading my inbox right now, i think i may be becoming allergic to it . . . .but much like my lactose intolerance I'm gonna ignore it because i love u , , , , too much . u are one of my favorite people, full stop. u are such an incredibly kind and loving person, not to mention that u are no doubt one of the funniest fckn people i have ever met. u never fail to make me laugh, no matter how down i am and ur . . . . writing puts me in awe every time i get to do something with u. u are the yin to my yang, the rock to my roll, the cream filling to my orea cookies, babey. i love doing anything with u and spending time with u always brightens my day. i ADORE U SM AND I AM NOT CRYING OVER THIS MESSAGE I S2g. i love u sweet angel, happy new year and can't wait to ring in more with u my lil fruitcake.

i am …. vaguely here

“    i    mean,    would    it    be    so    bad    if    i    stayed    ?    ”    brows    rise    and    fall,    an    attempt    at    some    flirtatious    gesture    that    is    quickly    abandoned    once    he    realizes    how    dumb    he    must    look.    “    what’s    me    hanging    around    gonna    affect    ?    besides,    i    could    probably    tell    you    more    about    how    haunted    atchison    is    than    anyone    else    in    here    .    ”

“    these    people    'round    here    were    beaten    down,    they're    resigned    to    what    their    fate    is.    "

“    what    are    you    doing    here    ?!    ”    hushed    yelling    in    the    dead    of    night,    eyes    wide    as    they    take    in    the    shadowed    form    standing    on    his    front    steps.    “    you    know    it’s    dangerous    to    go    out    this    late,    get    in    here    !    ”    touch    is    the    antithesis    of    harsh    tone,    hands    gentle    even    as    they    grasp    upper    arm    and    tug    her    into    the    safety    of    his    house.    

“    i'm    here    today    and    expected    to    stay    on    and    on    and    on.    .    .    i'm    tired,    i'm    tired    ."

“    wouldn’t    you    like    to    know    how    far    we’ve    got    left    to    go    ?    ”    how    much    further    they’d    be    forced    to    drag    tired    limbs,    frightened    and    bleeding    in    the    dark    unforgiving    midwest    winter.    they’re    been    searching    for    .    .    .    whatever    they’d    seen    for    what    felt    like    hours,    fingers    stiff    in    the    cold    and    face    stinging    from    the    hit    that’d    cracked    skull    against    sturdy    tree    limb.    “    maybe    we    should    just    call    it    a    night    ,    the    others    don’t    even    know    we’re    out    here,    and    you    know    it’s    dangerous    to    go    to    deep    into    the    mist.    ”