Five summers have come and gone, and the emptiness inside me doesn't hurt so much now. She never knew I watched her drive away the day she left...from the highest window in the house, the nursery where I nearly died. I stared and stared until her car disappeared, and she took everything that was good about me with her. But has my heart ever really been alive? Or did she just fool me into believing that love was forever? Letting her go is something I'm proud of. The first truly selfless thing I've ever done. It felt good and bad at the same time. For two years I slept in the bed we'd shared, hoping she'd return, knowing she wouldn't. I can't be anyone's lost cause anymore, least of all hers. Time to be a man, Brahms.
The telephone rang and rang but I can't go there. To hear her will make me break, and I can't allow that. And now, the darkness is growing inside again. It's something I fight. Because she conjured a different and better me that I never new existed. To allow the old Brahms in is to betray all she gave me. And she gave me so much that I sometimes can't bear the pain of her memory.
Even now, I live within the structure of her protection. Without her I'd starve, wither, destroy. I've no interest in money, the internet, modern living and other people. Now it's just me. And perhaps that's for the best. I watch TV. The news. I see how evil the world is...more twisted than me. Who wants to be born into this hell hole?
On the day she left, I stared into the mirror and wondered what she saw in me. What's to love? Scars, inside and out. Twisted emotions. A hair trigger temper. An inability to love myself. My bloodshot eye glared back and dared me to be sentimental. It's not in your nature, it warned. It can't be. You're where you should be...alone, abandoned, unloved. And how that damaged eye of mine glared as I cried for the first time in my adult life. I wanted to die. I wish I had the courage to die. Oh God... but the fight is hard and I wish it was over.
But now...I've slipped into the old routine. The Rules. The rat traps. The mask. Avoiding the staff hired to attend my needs. I hear them talking, laughing, and I long to shatter them, twist the humour from their throats, murder their happiness. If only they knew what really lurks behind the walls.
I am Brahms.
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