Post by Axle Aomori on Jul 22, 2016 8:38:39 GMT -6
The world is different to me, the Arch Angel. My dream was always to wrestle, even when I lived in the hell hole that is known as Howe, Indiana. My parents were always fighting, and it was over stupid things. My dads job, money, what we were going to have for dinner that night. It was all fine and dandy the first few years of my life but it always seemed that the older I got, the more they fought. Things were always kept from me and I could never understand why, there was one thing that was kept from me for ten years that was finally revealed to me on my tenth birthday, January 17th 1997. It was difficult for me to comprehend, on how parents could keep a secret like that from there child for ten years. It got bad enough that the next day I ran away. Unfortunately, being ten, I didn't really know where to go so the cops found me the next day...
NINETEEN YEARS LATER
The scene fades in to me standing in front of a red brick ranch house, it has a white addition on the left side of the house, the right side when looking at the house from the front. The house is in the country of Howe, the town itself has no more than five-hundred people while the country, while it is bigger, and more vast, it has a lot less people. The Red Brick Ranch is surrounded on the left, back, and front with fields, that's what most of Indiana is though, Corn, Wheat, and Bean fields. Winter Wheat, Soy Beans, and Sweet and Field Corn to be exact. I'm wearing a black shirt with The Arch Angel printed on the back in old script.
Why am I standing in front of my old childhood home? I would be wondering that as well if I didn't know myself.
As I start to continue, a man appears out of the corner of my right eye. The unidentified man is a good seven feet tall and three-hundred pounds. I cock my head to my right, to focus my whole attention on the man who is standing there. He is just out of the cameras view. I look at him with a look of surprise but with a look of anger mixed in with it, as if I can't believe what I am seeing, why would this man be here now? What is he wanting?
What the hell do you want? Why are you coming here? To MY childhood home. Something you come back to reminisce? Why the hell would you want to? I know I didn't, I came back because I need to get this town out of my mind, I need to come back here to get all of this down, all of what this town did to me. If I don't then it will continue to haunt me. You came for what reason though?
I look at the man, wondering what he might say, bracing for the worst, but hoping the best, that he wants to tell me why he did what he did, or why he left to hang me high and dry as a kid. It never made sense to me but I needed it to, I needed him to explain things to me so I can move on with my life.
You know what I want, Axle. I want you to admit the wrong you did, I need you to admit that you left your parents, that you drove them to all of the arguing. You know you did, Axle. Why can't you just accept that? Why can't you see that your parents never meant any harm to you? You were always doing something to get in trouble. That's what you were and still are, a trouble maker. Why can't you see it that way? Why must you still deny that you did something wrong?
Me? I did something wrong? When did I hurt them? When did I cause so much trouble that I drove them to arguing? I didn't cause my father to throw things, I didn't cause my mother to stick around. That was their doings. It wasn't mine, I was in my room most of the time, I didn't want to hear them arguing but they yelled so loud that I couldn't help but to hear them. When you understand that, then you will finally see the light, what I have been trying to show you since day one, but you haven't. You are blinded by hate, blinded by my parents who burned thoughts into your head that weren't true. Did they tell you what happened? I didn't think so, in time though...in time you will find out...
A smirk comes over my face, looking directly into the camera, I turn around so that my back faces towards the camera then I fall straight down into a sitting position, crossing both of my legs as I bow my head, clasp my hands and put my elbows on my knees as the camera fades out.
NINETEEN YEARS LATER
The scene fades in to me standing in front of a red brick ranch house, it has a white addition on the left side of the house, the right side when looking at the house from the front. The house is in the country of Howe, the town itself has no more than five-hundred people while the country, while it is bigger, and more vast, it has a lot less people. The Red Brick Ranch is surrounded on the left, back, and front with fields, that's what most of Indiana is though, Corn, Wheat, and Bean fields. Winter Wheat, Soy Beans, and Sweet and Field Corn to be exact. I'm wearing a black shirt with The Arch Angel printed on the back in old script.
Why am I standing in front of my old childhood home? I would be wondering that as well if I didn't know myself.
As I start to continue, a man appears out of the corner of my right eye. The unidentified man is a good seven feet tall and three-hundred pounds. I cock my head to my right, to focus my whole attention on the man who is standing there. He is just out of the cameras view. I look at him with a look of surprise but with a look of anger mixed in with it, as if I can't believe what I am seeing, why would this man be here now? What is he wanting?
What the hell do you want? Why are you coming here? To MY childhood home. Something you come back to reminisce? Why the hell would you want to? I know I didn't, I came back because I need to get this town out of my mind, I need to come back here to get all of this down, all of what this town did to me. If I don't then it will continue to haunt me. You came for what reason though?
I look at the man, wondering what he might say, bracing for the worst, but hoping the best, that he wants to tell me why he did what he did, or why he left to hang me high and dry as a kid. It never made sense to me but I needed it to, I needed him to explain things to me so I can move on with my life.
You know what I want, Axle. I want you to admit the wrong you did, I need you to admit that you left your parents, that you drove them to all of the arguing. You know you did, Axle. Why can't you just accept that? Why can't you see that your parents never meant any harm to you? You were always doing something to get in trouble. That's what you were and still are, a trouble maker. Why can't you see it that way? Why must you still deny that you did something wrong?
Me? I did something wrong? When did I hurt them? When did I cause so much trouble that I drove them to arguing? I didn't cause my father to throw things, I didn't cause my mother to stick around. That was their doings. It wasn't mine, I was in my room most of the time, I didn't want to hear them arguing but they yelled so loud that I couldn't help but to hear them. When you understand that, then you will finally see the light, what I have been trying to show you since day one, but you haven't. You are blinded by hate, blinded by my parents who burned thoughts into your head that weren't true. Did they tell you what happened? I didn't think so, in time though...in time you will find out...
A smirk comes over my face, looking directly into the camera, I turn around so that my back faces towards the camera then I fall straight down into a sitting position, crossing both of my legs as I bow my head, clasp my hands and put my elbows on my knees as the camera fades out.