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 Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 10:09 pm
You Want Me to Do What Exactly?
Luca's first trip to Divinity where he get frightened for his life. Click Here to Read.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 9:18 pm
A Fight
There had always been a certain level of awkwardness between Luca and his would be brother-in-law Harrison. They had never really gotten along and when Luca moved in with him (solely because there was no longer anyone else to look after the terminal boy) neither quite knew how to handle it. They would talk and the like, they would actually try and be civil but their interaction was few and far between.
Luca had thought when he told Harrison about this whole Divinity thing that he would be relieved, he would at last have Luca out of his house. Instead Harrison had gotten angry and stormed off and the two hadn't spoken to each other since. It really didn't bother Luca all that much, he just couldn't understand why the reaction had been that way.
It wasn't until Luca was in his room packing up some of his smaller possessions like his books and such that Harrison spoke to him again. He showed up in the doorway to Luca's bedroom and just watched him for a while. Luca pretended like he wasn't there and just carried on with his work, sticking as many things as would fit in the boxes and possible.
"You can barely look after yourself!" Harrison said after a long moment and out of no where, "You don't look after yourself, how on earth do you think you can look after a kid Luca?"
"I can look after myself just fine," Luca muttered back, not bothering to even really look at his brother-in-law of sorts.
"No, you can't," Harrison said, clearly very angry, "That's why your here, its why I look after you."
"Why your hired help looks after me," Luca corrected, placing yet another book in his box. "Your the one who is always telling me I give up to easily and now your suddenly telling me I can't do something."
"I meant you should start taking walks or pick up a sport or something like that, not move out on your own and raise a kid, that's a huge leap," Harrison snapped.
"Yeah, well, I think I can do it," Luca snapped right back. This was starting to get annoying and fighting always tired him out quickly. He refused to show weakness though, he wasn't going to let Harrison win here.
"Of course you decide that your capable of doing more things than laying around and its the thing I want you to do least," Harrison muttered more to himself than to Luca. He was still annoyed but it seemed the argument was wearing on him too. He walked over to Luca's bed where he flopped down on it so that he was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. "I wish we were closer," he muttered.
"Yeah, well we aren't," Luca replied and left his packing to sit on the corner of the bed, "and who knows maybe me being elsewhere will be better for us. I we won't have to see each other's ugly faces all day and I still need you to pay my medical bill so I'll still see you."
"Damn straight your still going to see me, you were never going to get out of that," Harrison said with a laugh.
The pair were quiet for a while, just off in their own little thoughts. It was Harrison who spoke first in a much softer, sadder tone than Luca had ever really heard him speak in.
"What am I suppose to tell her if she wakes up and something had happened to you," he said, "I suppose look after you and I don't think she would forgive me. She loves you more."
Luca frowned and turned his eyes to a picture that rested on a nearby beside table. It was of him and his beloved sister, the one who was laying in a bed, unmoving as she had been for a few years. Most of the doctors told them to give up hope but both Luca and Harrison had been too stubborn to let the one they loved most go.
"Are you kidding me?" Luca said, his voice too filling up with the pain from losing his sister, "she obviously loved you more. She was leaving me remember, to come live here with you."
It had probably been the best conversation the two ever had. The closest thing to them actually getting along and it had all started with a disagreement. There was nothing really else spoken between the two that night, except when Harrison got up and babbled about having some work that needed doing before he left Luca alone in his room to just collapse and fall asleep.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 9:34 pm
Journal : Luca
So I figure, why the hell not write things down? It might be nice to have some record of this life when I'm dead in a few years. Hell my life is like a bad soap opera journals and crap could be used as reference material for terrible writing somewhere down the line.
Maybe its this kid thing that has been making me think about the after I'm dead part more. I'll be leaving something behind. Or maybe Harrison actually got to me the other night when we had our little fight. Not that he can ever know that. I suppose, maybe, just maybe, he might think about me after I'm gone.
Maybe that's why I agreed to do this crap in the first place, to leave something behind. Cause all it stands right now all I have is a disease named after me and maybe I want something more.
This kid I can help shape, mind you than might not be a good thing, I'm pretty messed up. Maybe I can live vicariously through them, get them to dance and do all the stuff I never could. I know that's not a good thing but I don't care.
Wow, I'm really going to be bad at this parent thing. But I guess it's too late now.
Oh well, sucks to be my kid.
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