Shattered pieces: Messes or Mosaiques (WIP)
Jan 5, 2017 23:02:42 GMT
Post by David Loki on Jan 5, 2017 23:02:42 GMT
This is still a work in progress
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Chapter 1
Messes
He played happily on the floor with his small diecast police car.
It was one of Loki's earliest memories, and one of the few he had of his father just being there; His mother kept an eye on him from the kitchen counter as she sorted the bill's. His father smiled down at him as he walked past with a scotch glass in hand.
Oh, how sweet and innocent he was back then. He had no idea how unfair life could be, how could he? He was only six at the time.
Old enough to sense that there was something not quite right, but still too young to fully understand what was happening when things started getting a little shaky, what with his father's borderline drinking problem and his mother exhibiting signs of mental health issues.
Things kept ticking on the way they were for a while longer though, but unfortunately they broke down in the end. The couple separated, but did not divorce, hoping that they would be able to work things out after some time apart.
Of course things did not turn out that way, they rarely do.
Following the family rift Donna upped sticks and moved Maggie and Little David so that they could start fresh in the quiet backwaters of Conyers, Pennsylvania, where her grandparents had lived.
Naturally he missed him but it wasn't so bad without his father around really, once he'd gotten used to it, the quiet was nice and his mother took good care of him.
They slipped into a routine revolving around work, church and school and it was happy, comfortable, copacetic.
Copacetic, even though his mother's mental health issues were ever present...and steadily deteriorating.
David was only seven the day the social workers came to the house after he accidental set fire to the stove when he tried to make dinner for himself and his mother, while she sat on the couch suffering from yet another one of her episodes. Only seven when he though his mother was mad at him and was sending him away because of what he had done. Only seven when going to live with his father for a while was not an option because his father's borderline drinking problem had now become a full blown drinking problem.
To this day Loki remembers clearly, his mother sitting him down and looking directly into his eyes, gently, tremulously explaining to him that she was ill and that she needed to go to the hospital for a little while to get better. You wanted me to get better, right?
Of course I do, Mommy.
But it was not that simple. There was no magic pill and therapy did not work overnight so Loki was made a ward of the state, as was his sister Maggie who was soon re-homed (but that is another story).
His time in the care system was not a ball of sunshine, but he hadn't fallen through the cracks and been forgotten either. He was not abused, save for a few open handed clouts to the back of the head, and he was not abused, though that went on around him.
He spent the first six years in the Huntington Boys' Home, a home sponsored by the church.
Even though it was not as rough as the state foster system he would later find himself trudging through, he did not find himself shedding any tears when he finally left at thirteen, after getting into one too many skirmishes for the Sisters to know what to do with him.
It was not like he went out starting fights or anything like that. He simply gave the bullies he caught picking on the smaller kids someone their own size to contend with. He didn't go looking for them, it was just that even from that young age Loki took up the mantel of fighting bullies and standing up for people - He couldn't help it, it was simply in his being. He was built to help.
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Chapter 1
Messes
He played happily on the floor with his small diecast police car.
It was one of Loki's earliest memories, and one of the few he had of his father just being there; His mother kept an eye on him from the kitchen counter as she sorted the bill's. His father smiled down at him as he walked past with a scotch glass in hand.
Oh, how sweet and innocent he was back then. He had no idea how unfair life could be, how could he? He was only six at the time.
Old enough to sense that there was something not quite right, but still too young to fully understand what was happening when things started getting a little shaky, what with his father's borderline drinking problem and his mother exhibiting signs of mental health issues.
Things kept ticking on the way they were for a while longer though, but unfortunately they broke down in the end. The couple separated, but did not divorce, hoping that they would be able to work things out after some time apart.
Of course things did not turn out that way, they rarely do.
Following the family rift Donna upped sticks and moved Maggie and Little David so that they could start fresh in the quiet backwaters of Conyers, Pennsylvania, where her grandparents had lived.
Naturally he missed him but it wasn't so bad without his father around really, once he'd gotten used to it, the quiet was nice and his mother took good care of him.
They slipped into a routine revolving around work, church and school and it was happy, comfortable, copacetic.
Copacetic, even though his mother's mental health issues were ever present...and steadily deteriorating.
David was only seven the day the social workers came to the house after he accidental set fire to the stove when he tried to make dinner for himself and his mother, while she sat on the couch suffering from yet another one of her episodes. Only seven when he though his mother was mad at him and was sending him away because of what he had done. Only seven when going to live with his father for a while was not an option because his father's borderline drinking problem had now become a full blown drinking problem.
To this day Loki remembers clearly, his mother sitting him down and looking directly into his eyes, gently, tremulously explaining to him that she was ill and that she needed to go to the hospital for a little while to get better. You wanted me to get better, right?
Of course I do, Mommy.
But it was not that simple. There was no magic pill and therapy did not work overnight so Loki was made a ward of the state, as was his sister Maggie who was soon re-homed (but that is another story).
His time in the care system was not a ball of sunshine, but he hadn't fallen through the cracks and been forgotten either. He was not abused, save for a few open handed clouts to the back of the head, and he was not abused, though that went on around him.
He spent the first six years in the Huntington Boys' Home, a home sponsored by the church.
Even though it was not as rough as the state foster system he would later find himself trudging through, he did not find himself shedding any tears when he finally left at thirteen, after getting into one too many skirmishes for the Sisters to know what to do with him.
It was not like he went out starting fights or anything like that. He simply gave the bullies he caught picking on the smaller kids someone their own size to contend with. He didn't go looking for them, it was just that even from that young age Loki took up the mantel of fighting bullies and standing up for people - He couldn't help it, it was simply in his being. He was built to help.
