Crimson

Cookie jar

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I would just like to thank anybody who has read and enjoyed my fanfic because I had the feeling I would be the only batman freak and to be honest I though my writing to be horrible, but seeing that over 200 people have read this really brings a smile to my face. I never though that fanfiction would be my escape of life but it truly is, the first thing I do when I'm sad or mad I write this story of amazing adventures and thrills that I wish I could have in my own life. so if you are like me and have stage fright about your writting I just want you to know that your story might be the thing that brightens up someone's day or makes them smile in there state of sadness.so please please please express yourself and don't let anybody or even your own Monsters tell you that your personality and creativity is no good because in some else world you are the amazing person who made them happy.
And by doing this you get the feeling of true happiness and giddiness. All it takes is a really ballsy step and hopefully someone who believes in you. I was lucky to have both and I hope you can find both some time in your life too. because it's one of the greatest feelings in the world.
Ps I know I've been late with my chapters but I hope you enjoy.
*************************** How is it even remotely possible that one person that cares can solve a life time of destruction?
You know immediately when this person comes into your life because they don't take your simple answer like "I'm fine" or "it's okay". these people that truly care will call your bullshit and set there shoulder up like a crying station.
One thing that I think is sad is that most of the people who care will let hundreds cry on their shoulder but nobody realizes there the people who need a hundred shoulders to cry on.
I think that's what made this whole partnership work, we both knew that neither one of us had ever had a shoulder to cry on and we at least needed a hundred to hold all of our tears.
So here comes my question, how is it that one person that truly cares can hold more tears than a hundred people who care?
The answer....
People who just care have the possibility of caring for you in a positive and negative way. so when you cry on their shoulder that padding on the back is not a soothing hand but a sharp knife stabbing you.
For the ones who truly care they hold you for hours not caring how long it takes because in that moment it's you that matters to them.
Finding some one like this is heart devouring experience because you know that you don't have to be strong all the time any more. That when the world becomes to overwhelming they'll close it off and not let anything hurt you.
It's strange how for other people you are this strong fearless person but inside your slowly dying yourself.
It's hard to let anyone in at that point, you just isolate yourself in horrible darkness hoping that some one will just come and give you a ticket out of sadness. But you slowly begin to realize that even your shadow leaves you when your in the darkest places.
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Icy fingers begin to touch my unblanketed forearm making me reach for the knife lying beneath my pillow.
Brock's little eyes flashed with fear and he squeezed his stuffed animal tightly to the batman symbol embedded to his chest.
His little lip begins to quiver and he tries to slowly leave the room.
Placing the knife back under the pillow I rush to him and kneel down on to the floor so we can be eye level. I brush my fingers through his soft blonde hair feeling his tensed body relax, trusting me once again.
"Sorry about that buddy, that wasn't meant for you."
He squeezes his toy and begins to sway back and forth.
"That's okay lacieeeeee, I just wanted to know if me and my new freind could play."
He looked at me with his sparkling blue eye, I used to get lost in those big beautiful pools of blue but compared to Jason they seemed to lose that unique quality I so adored.
"What new freind".
I looked at the red numbers shining off the alarm clock,
8:49.
Brock's bus for school was coming in about ten minutes.
Why did first grade have to be so difficult.
I push Brock out of the room not wating for the answer to my question. slowly I close the door behind us making sure not to wake Jas.
"Hey bud how about you go get dressed and I'll make us breakfast."
He gave me a military salute and headed off into his bat cave bedroom.
I question how Brock had been living without me for so long, he's the type of guy who would burn cereal. And speaking of cereal we have none. Great.
Now I have to put in actual effort.
I pull the fridges door wide opened and see a couple of eggs ready for cracking.
I crack 2 into a bowl and begin to whisk the fork around in small fast circular motion in-till the eggs become a smiley concoction of yellow liquid.
After scrambling them I let them cook for a bit until they looked pretty normal.
Brock came out of his room right on time wearing clothes that looked like they had been picked out by someone who was color blind.
Neon green sweatpants and a white hoodie with a neon yellow bat symbol embroidered in the center.
"What am I going to do with you kid".
He ran up to me and grabbed his plate of eggs.
"Give me lunch money?"
The cheesiest smile crossed his face leading me to grab a couple dollars out of the shitty cookie jar I had always wanted to throw away. It reminded me of jessie to much though,the first time we were going on a date he had taken it out of one the cabinets to get some extra money and I had laughed so hard when I saw it. the jar was designed to look like a fat white unicorn, to open it you had to take off the head and reach into it's over sized belly. What made it so funny was jessie was a complete hard ass about to join the freaking mob and he just casual pulled out this unicorn jar in which he kept all his money in. Jess told me it was a gift from his little sister when he first moved into the apartment and he though he shouldn't waste it.
The unicorn wasn't even cute it just looked like a straight up rapist wearing an ice cream cone. I gave him shit about it over and over and now I found myself using it.
I handed Brock 5 bucks and he gave me an opened mouth smile filled with half chewed eggs
"Thanks"
He grabbed a fuzzy wool hat and his bag and began to head out the door before stopping abruptly in his tracks.
"Oh yeah you never answered me about hanging out with my freind, he wants me to go to his house right after school, I can even stay for dinner."
Brock's never really had friends before or if he did he never told me about them.
"Uh yeah sure bud"
A smile cut across his face and he ran out the door.
It was hard to think that that would be the last time I would ever see his beautiful smile again.