Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 0:30:22 GMT -7
"Perhaps," Jayden agreed with a slight chuckle, "but some of us more than others. You cannot deny that. I get confused so easily that sometimes I'm surprised I know right from left any more," he laughed, shaking his head. Well, it was true. He wasn't going to hide that. "Really," he added, "I drink too much. My brother used to get on me about it all the time. To which I tell him that I don't have a problem with it. People that have problems with it go to meetings," he snickered. Okay, it wasn't the best way to look at it. But excuses came easy to people like him, didn't they? "I think it's the only thing my brother would change about me if he could," he said with a shrug.
"It can be a tough riddle to figure out," he said with a sigh, "Life, I mean," Well, of course he meant life. Hadn't that been what Christian had said? Nevertheless, he'd felt the need to point out that was what he'd been talking about. "I've tried and tried, but have gotten no one. Maybe we're not supposed to figure it out," he nodded, "There is almost always someone that cares. Even if you don't recognize it yet. That's the funny thing about people. We often don't see what's right in front of our face. But one day, someone you'll care about in turn will come around. And it'll be different. Or something like that. That's what my brother always said, anyway."
He shrugged, "No need to thank me. I truly am sorry. I grew up with only a mother. I... couldn't imagine something happening to her," he paused, "Your aunt and uncle sound like horrible people. Maybe you'd be better off elsewhere," Then, he frowned. Wasn't he a horrible person from time to time? He didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about the things he'd done to those he cared about, or the things he'd said to them. Instead, he took another drink. "I can't say I blame them. Not all of us have the fight in us, though."
He shook his head, "Nah. I didn't say it was a bad thing. She is a wise woman, that mother of mine. Exactly. But sometimes, it's better to learn from your own mistakes," the boy's next words drew a sigh out of Jayden. He knew they were true, but he'd felt pretty lonely since leaving home. Even though he wasn't technically lonely, he couldn't help but feel as such from time to time. "Yeah," was all he said in reply. He chuckled at the question. "Grades, for one. They need like. Near perfect scores. Or something. Mine are low. Record is the other thing," he said cryptically. "If you wouldn't regret leaving, maybe you should find a way out. Not telling you to run away or anything. But it sounds like you have a reason to run."
"It can be a tough riddle to figure out," he said with a sigh, "Life, I mean," Well, of course he meant life. Hadn't that been what Christian had said? Nevertheless, he'd felt the need to point out that was what he'd been talking about. "I've tried and tried, but have gotten no one. Maybe we're not supposed to figure it out," he nodded, "There is almost always someone that cares. Even if you don't recognize it yet. That's the funny thing about people. We often don't see what's right in front of our face. But one day, someone you'll care about in turn will come around. And it'll be different. Or something like that. That's what my brother always said, anyway."
He shrugged, "No need to thank me. I truly am sorry. I grew up with only a mother. I... couldn't imagine something happening to her," he paused, "Your aunt and uncle sound like horrible people. Maybe you'd be better off elsewhere," Then, he frowned. Wasn't he a horrible person from time to time? He didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about the things he'd done to those he cared about, or the things he'd said to them. Instead, he took another drink. "I can't say I blame them. Not all of us have the fight in us, though."
He shook his head, "Nah. I didn't say it was a bad thing. She is a wise woman, that mother of mine. Exactly. But sometimes, it's better to learn from your own mistakes," the boy's next words drew a sigh out of Jayden. He knew they were true, but he'd felt pretty lonely since leaving home. Even though he wasn't technically lonely, he couldn't help but feel as such from time to time. "Yeah," was all he said in reply. He chuckled at the question. "Grades, for one. They need like. Near perfect scores. Or something. Mine are low. Record is the other thing," he said cryptically. "If you wouldn't regret leaving, maybe you should find a way out. Not telling you to run away or anything. But it sounds like you have a reason to run."