Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170713190103

here have some filler --- Clyde sat upright on his bed, unable to sleep as he stared at the door, the only sound he was able to even focus on was the breathy snores of his sister from the other side of the room, somehow picking it out from the crashes of waves from outside the window. He turned in his bed, messy red hair splayed over the pillows, unable to even close his eyes as they began to sting from being open from too long. Mamá. He once saw her as a protective figure, always trying to keep her children safe while his father watched endearingly in the background. In fact, one of his most of his earliest memories was playing in the seclusion area with Bonnie, who used to have to be called TEST-211A otherwise they'd be whipped, while his mother watched worryingly in the background with Uncle Leo by her side, his father laughing with a man with a nicked ear. Then everything came crashing down after the accident. With Collie not being there to help divide the toil of having lost her cousin, unborn child, husband and one of her best friends overnight while having to look after two toddlers, she slowly began to creep into unhealthy mood swings, most of them ending with him getting hit repeatedly in an effort to save his sister, who in turn developed a fake, cheerful, farce in an effort to cheer him up. They were just five years old. As stupid as it sounds, he longed for the days in which the synthetic lighting shone on his face and his family were whole again. As much as he hated to think of it, deeming it as amazingly selfish, he wished the rebellion didn't happen at all. But at the same time, nothing could tear him away from the life his only good relative had built for him and hated the woman he had the nerve to call mother with a passion. Seeing the person who put you through emotional turmoil instead of letting you savour colouring books and Pokemon cards like a normal five-year-old didn't exactly help. As a choked sob drowned out at the back of his throat, he instinctively touched his cheeks, only to come away with wet fingertips. Without his hearing aids in, he didn't realise how loud he was being, resulting in Bonnie groaning for a few seconds before turning back to her pastel pink bedsheets, miraculously sleeping on. With a final sniffle, Clyde reached for the hearing aid by his bedside table, sloppily putting it in his ear as he waddled down the bed, into the hallway and finally into his Uncle's room in a childish attempt to find comfort without disturbing his twin. He would never let Elizabeth touch her ever again. No matter how many webkinz, Pokemon cards or even action figures he had, he would easily pass them up for his sister's safety. The thought only made the tiny toddler cry even louder as he tried to stifle his cries, rapidly knocking on the bedroom door with small hands.