Zodiac One-Shots

Do Re Mi (Cancer X Aries)

Mom, Dad, how are you?

Are you well?

I hope you are, or at least better than I am. Is there a heaven? A hell? Because I'm probably not going to last much longer. I'm so scared. Why did he take you and leave me? I just don't understand.

I want to go home.

Love, Cancer

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Mom, Dad, I am still alive.

Maybe it would help to tell you a little about my situation. Ever since you left, he head dumped me in a room, I assume his basement, which is about the size of a prison cell. It feels like one too. For the first week, he chained me to the concrete pillar in the middle, giving me only the means of food and water to survive. In bowls too, like I was a dog. I am not a dog.

But now that you are gone, he is nicer, upgrading me to free roaming the cell. Fun, right? It's funny I feel blessed by this little action. I shouldn't. But it still makes me hate him a little less.

Oh, I should talk about him a little bit too! Aries, he is called. He told me so. Whether that is his real name or not, I don't know. Whatever the fact, I think the name fits him. Ares the Greek god of war, I think he is named after. He is tall and strong, the lean kind. All skin and tight muscle and bones. His face is just as tough, as if chiseled from stone. A rock, that's what he is. Hair close cropped, reddish brown. I don't look at his face any closer than that. I'm scared to, because of what happened to you.

Have I gone to rambling? Sorry, mom, I know you always hated that. Dad, I apologize to you as well.

Love, Cancer

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Mom, Dad, he talks to me.

More than you ever did. He will come down from above (I'm sure I'm in the basement now) and sit on the ground as he serves me cheap ramen and other instant foods on a plate! Yes, a plate!

He tells me about what happened in the world that day, politics, weather, events. He is good at avoiding questions too, I've found. When I ask about his day, what he did, he will ask how the mac&cheese tastes, if I feel well, if I need a change of clothes.

I am not brave enough to push him. I am still scared. Although I suppose I've always been scared. Mom, I still remember that time you threw the glass across the room, almost hitting me. Were you aiming for me? I had not done anything wrong, mom.

I hadn't. Had you dad? I thought you were perfect, but maybe you weren't. Maybe we were just playing dolls, putting on pretty faces and an act for our guests. Well, you, anyways. I was just following your lead.

It's nice not to pucker up for every person that passes by, even if I am in a prison. Or was I always in a prison? Were you my guards? He makes me doubt everything I thought I knew, and he doesn't have to say a word.

Please answer me. I don't know what I should be afraid of anymore.

Love, Cancer

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Mom, Dad, Aries found my letters.

I was afraid, once again. Of what, I wasn't sure. A beating? Being chained back up? Starved? I had never felt the pain of those possibilities before, yet I feared them. So much.

But then, glancing at where I was slumped on the floor, he smiled. Slightly stained teeth, it was not perfect. Yet, to me, it was priceless. I noticed the color of his eyes then. So deeply brown, they were almost black.