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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 334
Rating: PG for angst
Prompt: Plainview: Now run along and play, and don't come back.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Dear Dad,
Now that I’ve seen your face, I can’t keep you out of my dreams, or I should say my nightmares? While I can’t remember my mother, I can remember you in such detail. The sound of you hacking in the morning, the stink of cigarettes that permeated everything about you, including our furniture and my clothes. The stuffed dog that I slept with, thankfully not one of your pieces of art, reeked of it as well.
I wake up in a cold sweat with the feel of your hand on me. How many times did you slap me for not paying attention to you, only for you to decide to smack me the next time for watching you?
In another dream the dark haired lady, my mother, whose face I cannot remember no matter how hard I try, takes me into the emergency room because you broke my wrist. I hate that one the most because she’s crying with no eyes or face. Her tears running down the blank mask that is all I have of her.
You’re there too. Bitching that I’ll get better. It’s just a bruise, and you need a smoke. The nurses take me, dressed in blue scrubs, their hands covered in plastic gloves while they poke and prod me. They keep asking me how I got hurt, and I tell them I fell down. They look at the dark haired lady, and she nods in agreement while you flick ashes at her. I can taste how much you hate us, and when I wake up I can’t breathe.
You did me a favor, you twisted fuck, when you sold me to Martin and Virginia. Now do me another one and get out of my head. I don’t want you walking in my dreams. If I find out you’re using some power on me to do it, I’ll strangle you with your own guts.
I’ve never hated anyone the way I hate you.
Fuck off and die,
Gabriel
The Letter Blog
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 334
Rating: PG for angst
Prompt: Plainview: Now run along and play, and don't come back.
scifi_musesNotes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Dear Dad,
Now that I’ve seen your face, I can’t keep you out of my dreams, or I should say my nightmares? While I can’t remember my mother, I can remember you in such detail. The sound of you hacking in the morning, the stink of cigarettes that permeated everything about you, including our furniture and my clothes. The stuffed dog that I slept with, thankfully not one of your pieces of art, reeked of it as well.
I wake up in a cold sweat with the feel of your hand on me. How many times did you slap me for not paying attention to you, only for you to decide to smack me the next time for watching you?
In another dream the dark haired lady, my mother, whose face I cannot remember no matter how hard I try, takes me into the emergency room because you broke my wrist. I hate that one the most because she’s crying with no eyes or face. Her tears running down the blank mask that is all I have of her.
You’re there too. Bitching that I’ll get better. It’s just a bruise, and you need a smoke. The nurses take me, dressed in blue scrubs, their hands covered in plastic gloves while they poke and prod me. They keep asking me how I got hurt, and I tell them I fell down. They look at the dark haired lady, and she nods in agreement while you flick ashes at her. I can taste how much you hate us, and when I wake up I can’t breathe.
You did me a favor, you twisted fuck, when you sold me to Martin and Virginia. Now do me another one and get out of my head. I don’t want you walking in my dreams. If I find out you’re using some power on me to do it, I’ll strangle you with your own guts.
I’ve never hated anyone the way I hate you.
Fuck off and die,
Gabriel
The Letter Blog
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