Ross You're What?!

Secrets

Matthew POV
A/n Shits about to hit the fan, this will be darker than usual. So viewer discretion is advised, anyway. Enjoy!
Got a secret

The light in the corner of the room flickered, the calf laying next to me looked up ears perked up in alarm. Scrambling to his feet he looked at me with wide eyes his stone like body grinding as his neck joints moved, he licked my face with a dry sandstone like tongue before galloping to the wall and melting into the shadows. It has always been funny to me, how we are always so willing to try and comfort those who we love. But when the real storms hit, we run like wide eyed calves.

Can you keep it?

And how a family is much like a clock, every part has a use no matter how small. And if a gear stops moving so does the rest of the clock, it's funny to me. That we rely on each other liked plants to water, clockwork to time. And here I am, the smallest most fragile of the gears. I am a speck of a dirt on the face of this universe, a mere human on the face of the earth and we act like we have a bigger purpose. We act so hard we believe that we can make an impact, we act like we don't matter and that we can help others by ignoring how we make an impact to ourselves.

Swear this one you'll save

It's funny how I can see things isn't it? To be an old man in a child's body, to feel like I've fought in wars only dead men can think of. How everybody has a scar, Max on his back, Adam on his side, Barney over his eye, Ross around his neck. Its funny to me, Its funny to the voices too. Its always something to them, don't do it and they'll scream. They'll scream and scream until you can feel the blood pooling around your chin from your ears.

Better lock it, in your pocket

Humans are funny little creatures, we vary more than the size of sand grains on the ocean floor. We crave touch, we crave love, we even crave pain. The ability to feel pain is what they believe says you have soul, a heart, when someone accepts the nature that we are all going to die, they become the soulless one, the one that we should keep our children away from. Instead we listen to stories of people animals and Gods that lived forever, that could bring loved ones back from the dead.

Taking this one to the grave

A Tiger whimpered sadly from the hallway a Fox nuzzling it with his head softly trying to get it to move, the Tigers sea green fur waved and lapsed gentle like a foamy ocean. The Fox's golden fur began to crackle with energy as white lighting danced over his body, a Dove made of jewels flew into the room making the image of the Tiger and Fox shimmer as if it was all an illusion.

If I show you then I know you

"Going on week two?" Isabella asked sitting next to me in the beanbag legs tucked under her body, as she waited for the smallest sign of life from me. Ghost are different to the eye of the beholder, for a family member they might see them as the same person before they died. Or maybe a happier version of them. They change all the time, sometimes like their mom, sometimes their dad. Maybe a mix of the two on occasion, but she is always eleven year old, she likes that form better.

Won't tell what I said

"How much longer do you think he can stay like that before someone grows a set?" she asked watching my face as it twitched violently at the wave of sadness that hit me like a truck. A bunny hopes closer to a trap, the purple man smiled sadly as the bunny took the last step into the trap, it bones being crushed on impact and the shrill squeal it released before dying red painting the steel trap.

'Cause two can keep a secret

"Yeah, probably years" she sighed watching the ceiling fan spin, its funny. Its always so damn funny. The creatures they stopped being random, and they started meaning something. They started to become less pictures and more human, dialogue movement's different actions and reactions. They come so fast so hard that it hurts, my head could twist and turn and blood could pour out of my eyes and all they would see would be tears and twitches.