Resistance33

"Are you okay?” Oh, how you hated that question. It was simple and innocent, yet utterly devastating. It weaseled its way through the cold steel walls that you had constructed within yourself to keep others from coming in and getting to know you, from understanding the things that went on in your mind. Somehow, though, every time you answered that tiny, insignificant question, the more often it seemed to appear in your daily life. “You look so sad, bella! Is something bothering you?” – said by an optimistic man with a thick Italian accent who worked at the small restaurant down the street with the chocolate covered m

You knew that your father couldn’t cook. Everyone did. And it was only because of one moment. It was a glorious day. The temperature was pleasant and the breeze was light enough to keep you pleasantly cool but not freezing. The sky was a bright blue, save for a few wispy clouds that lazily drifted over the landscape. You had woken up mere minutes earlier so that you could see your Uncle Ludwig off. He was scheduled to be in New York by nine o’clock that night, but he wanted to get there early so that he didn’t even have a chance of running behind. Your father was living with his younger brother, for reasons unknown. Well&h

“Hercules, I think your cat is stalking me.” “Which one?” said man drawled out, opening his eyes sleepily. You peered at the cat that was currently glaring at you, half his face hidden by the wall separating the living room from your kitchen. “The orange one with a white spot over his left eye.” “You mean Jason?” “If that’s what you named him, then yes.” “Don’t worry about it. That’s just his personality.” “Yeah? Well, I find it very creepy. He’s just sitting there, giving me the evil eye.” Hercules sat up, the first movement got

It was ten o’clock in the Eldenstein household; the curtains were already drawn shut, the doors and windows were locked for safety, and all the lights were out so that the residents of the house would be able to get to sleep. …Well, almost every light was turned off. The piano room (or at least that’s what you called it) was currently being occupied by a tall Austrian man who was still dressed in his day clothes: a long, dark blue tailcoat with a white button-up shirt underneath and a pair of brown trousers, and his daughter, who was attempting to play Claude Debussy’s Clair de Lune. The soft notes wafted through th

The airplane was due to board in only a few minutes, and you had no doubt that this was the most terrifying thing to anticipate. Living in an orphanage meant that you had never been on a plane before, so it was no wonder that you were nervous! The great, hulking, monstrous metal contraption that created such a racket that you had to cover your ears to protect your eardrums was like the beast from the fairytales that you had heard from Ms. Abernethy before bedtime: the ones where the brave hero ventured into far off lands to stop a powerful evil from spreading his control into the hero’s home. Just remembering those wonderful stories br

A knock on a thin wooden door. A pause for a deep breath. “(F/n)? Are you okay in there? Please open the door.” “Really, Alfred? How the fuck do you expect me to be alright?” “I don’t know. Open the door.” After a few seconds that you used to roll off of your bed, you stood up and drug yourself to the door, despite feeling like your body was made of lead. Stumbling toward the locked door, you stopped at the small mirror hanging from the wall to assess your appearance. Messy hair, red face, tear stained cheeks, bloodshot eyes. You shook your head and reached out to unlock the door. After unlocking

You could sense the many pairs of eyes on you as you tugged up your long sleeve, revealing dozens of cuts and scars made by the little, sharp thing hidden in your bathroom. Several people gasped, but other than that, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. You didn’t dare look up, even though you could feel the eyes of many others staring at you with a peculiar kind of innocent sadness. Their eyes burned holes though you, and even though that you knew that they would never in a million years blame you, guilt wracked your heart. “What did you do to yourself?” a quiet voice asked, while a soft, calloused hand ti

You were sat on your father’s lap, listening to him regale the story of ‘The Three Little Pigs’ for the third time that night. It was quite obvious that you were exhausted, but you were loath to fall asleep, since your father, Wales, had to leave for a business trip tomorrow. Apparently, he had to travel to England to speak with his brothers, England, Scotland, and Ireland, over a new law that was going to be passed. So, you wanted to spend as long as possible with him. Wales brushed a piece of his messy hair behind his ear and read the final line of the book. After he had, he closed it softly and placed it on the table nex

The rain ran its icy fingers down your back as you walked to the local tavern. You were shaking, but you couldn't tell if it was because of the cold or the crushing anger and betrayal that you were feeling. Your girlfriend of almost two years had been found cheating on you, and to say the least, you were heartbroken. So, like most people do when they're depressed, you decided to grab a drink or two at the local bar. The place was old and run down, but the bartender was nice and it was empty most of the time. It was a surprise that they were still open. But you couldn't say that you weren't happy that there was a welcoming bar not too far from

The car slowly rolled to a stop, and you looked up, eyeing Elizaveta carefully. She was smiling while looking out at the scene before you. The lake shimmered beautifully in the moonlight, the stars reflected wonderfully in the dark water. The trees swayed slightly, the wind light enough to keep you cool on the warm summer night. Elizaveta smiled over at you. "Ready to go?" You bit your lip. "Why the park, of all places? And why at midnight?" "Well, we met at this park, and I like nights around here. Now come on," she said, pushing open her own door and hopping out. You sighed but obliged, opening the door and stepping out. Immediately, you