Kent one shots

what really is home? pt1

Home was never really home for you.  The sights and sounds of everything around you was always too much for your brain to understand. your parents always asking things of you; do this, do that. never was it; how are you doing or I'm proud of you. No, You've never had any of that.

Your father laid unresponsive half of the time. His body strewn across the sofa like a lazed animal. your mother oblivious to his lack of attentiveness. you had always been the one to be everywhere at once, in the kitchen making meals while your mother was away, in the bathroom scrubbing away at the tiles, in the bedrooms collecting laundry for the washing machine and dryer.

not once had you paid much attention to your ability to control the water. not once had it been noticed by your parents either. It had always been cast out of your mind as if it was a nuisance you wished to discard. A cast out. A home-schooled, cast out freak. that's the last thing you had been called before a door was slammed on your father's way out to the bars.

"maybe if you had been more normal then we wouldn't of had to do this to you." your father said groaning as he contorted himself to stand up from the sofa "your mother and I didn't deserve this."

His words had felt like a fact. A mere statement ran through your mind like it was a bible verse, the visualisation of the text imprinted on your mind as if it were a tattoo. "your mother and I didn't deserve this." those words running rings over and over your brain like a toy train.

your father's car peeled out the driveway, a sickening roar coming from the exhaust. he had done some kind of modifications a while back making it impossible to mistake his car for another.

silently, you had turned yourself around to pick up beer cans from the night previous. From when he had friends over. your mother had retreated to their room early that night to avoid the tyrants your father called his friends. the leftover beer around the rims created a sticky brown gel, moderate staining on the carpet and a discarded carpet cleaner in the corner from when you had attempted when they'd passed out.

you heard  the soft click of a key in the door and a gentle opening. "mum- uhm... you're home early" you scrambled around trying to clean as fast as you could. she never liked to see the mess that your father had left. it upset her.

"y/n, honey leave the cans be. he can see to it himself." she had taken the bin bag from your hands and set it down amongst the mess. "i need to talk to you" your mother had sat on the sofa her hand gently taking yours.

"mum- are you okay, what is this" you had stopped. everything had stopped. the only noise was coming from the clock in the hallway and even that was almost a distant memory. you couldn't remember the last time your mother had taken your hands in such a manner of way, it ended in home-school and borderline abandonment.

she turned, her eyes gazing straight towards yours. the dim glow from the overhead lightbulb was doing nobody any favours. "there's this school, I know what your father will think, allow me to deal with him. however, my dear my understanding of education has just about been surpassed by your growing need for more knowledge." her face had turned serious. An expression she had only used when conveying an answer to a previous request. "the school has facilities to accommodate your... predicament." her lips morphed into a thin line, it was never spoken of. yet here it was, being talked about.

"nevermore. nevermore is the name of the school i will be sending you to, you had been granted a scholarship for your... powers." she no longer held your hands, but her gaze fell to the filthy floor. "it includes boarding so you needn't come home everyday, i will be going to the public events to check on your academic progress." your mum nudged herself off of the sofa and onto her feet. " i have a bag prepared in my car. come now, to your next adventure"