Falling For The Defenceless

sing me to sleep

tw: character death

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Death isn't something we like to think about, but it's something every one of us will experience. Few thoughts fill us with as much fear and dread. It's easy to lie awake at night wondering what it will be like. Will it hurt? Will we be scared? Will there be release or just panic and pain?

Until it happens to us, we won't know what comes after our last breath escapes. But we can get a pretty good idea of every moment leading up to it.

but what exactly is death?

Death is the creation of human fear. Somebody suddenly losses all the senses and falls down. We get feared looking this phenomenon in everyone, because we are very much attached to the physical, we could experience only the physical nature of the existence, we don't even know whether there is something else to look at. We get feared when the movable becomes immovable but don't know what happens next. We don't even get doubt and we try to be more in the physical.

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Burt was a respectfully healthy man for his age. Yes he was a bit over weight but he kept himself busy. Ever since he lost elizabeth kurt was his priority so his health had to be on top shape. He always kept his traditions so they could spend as much time together as possible.Elizabeth started one where every friday they had to have dinner together and Burt had the intention to keep this one going for elizabeth. Lately it had been slipping. Not because they wanted to they were just purely too busy.

on the phone

"come on kurt we havent had one for ages"

"im really sorry but i have warbler auditions and i dont think wes will let me skip"

"did you atleast try and get out of it"

"im sorry i have to go dad ill talk to you later"

"i hope i see you tonight kurt...im very dissapointed in you"

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flashback- kurt pov

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of a family dinner is unity as family members gather together to share a meal and their day's events. In the spacious kitchen, while Mom prepares dinner, she listens to her children chatting and laughing as they do their homework at the large mahogany table by the picture window that faces the bucolic back yard. They wait anxiously for their father to return home from work so they can eat their mother's savory dinner. This reminds Mom of herself as a blooming child sitting at the kitchen table smelling all her mother's delectable food and anxiously waiting her father's arrival while chatting and laughing with her siblings.

The kitchen has the essence of a gourmet restaurant at the height of the dinner hour. Aromas are sprinkling the air and tickling the noses of everyone it touches. It brings a sense of warmth and safety that envelops each child as if it were a blanket on a snowy day. The sound of sizzling meat and steaming bright colored vegetables pulls them in as if they were dogs being called by their master. The tantalizing aroma and sounds entrances the children's father as he greets Mom in the kitchen who is by now dancing to some funny song on the radio. im so excited to see him. i begin to bounce up and down like bunny rabbits yelling, "Dad is home! It is time to eat!" Their words ring like a bell in the my memory bank. i remember her reciting the same phrases when her father finally came home. i was so excited not only to eat my mother's delicious meal but to also share with my father her day's events.

Finally, the family sits at the table together to enjoy the deliciously prepared meal and talk about the events of their day. i rattle off with such exuberance and enthusiasm all the horrendous and exciting stuff i did at school that day with their hands flying every which way as they speak. the description of the mean old math teacher with his crooked eyeglasses, untamed hair and specks of food in his yellow stained teeth reminds Mom of all the stuff she told her parents at the dinner table. What a breathtaking memory for her to remember the abundance of togetherness at each night's dinner table when she was a child. She is touched that her family dinners today are the same

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Burt pov

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I was finally finished in the shop and started walking home. Its not to far and i need the exercise. I just got to the intersection when i see the bright lights speed towards me.

think what happens when you tenderize a steak with a mallet. Now think for a moment about getting hit with a baseball bat. It only weighs a couple of pounds but it can shatter bones and end a life with a single hit. Now think about moving a refidgerator (about 300 lbs), how solid it is and if it tips there is nothing you can do to stop it, and what it would do if it fell on you. Think of if someone could swing that refrigerator like a baseball bat at you. Your typical car is 2000 times more massive than a baseball bat, or over 10 times the mass of your refridgerator .let that sink in.

The furthest I could recall was the sharpest pain inflected by something and someone hard and unmerciful. The blow took the air out of me from surprise. I can remember hearing when the object had first brutally contacted my unsuspecting body, a crack, that shouldn't have resembeld too much of crushing a shell for having anything to do with the body. I can remember the split second thought of kurts voice singing before i drifted, and then I remember darkness and nothing.

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart

I will feel so glad to go

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep

I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore

Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...

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song- asleep the smiths