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schrodingerscockroach) wrote2019-12-17 12:10 am
schrodingerscockroach) wrote2019-12-17 12:10 am
Memory 22
Significant Negative: Glassing
Short Summary:
Dusk is obviously a young child, getting in a car to go to breakfast with his mother. A woman with eyes like his. It starts out innocently enough, listening to the radio and trying to encourage Dusk to eat more than sweets.
Then Dusk sees this ship high in the sky and as he points it out to his mother, she is obviously terrified. She tells Dusk, real name David, to close his eyes. He listens and then she floors it. The car hits a lot of things, some very likely people and sounds of chaos increases as a warning siren goes off. David is obviously scared with what's going on.
There's the sound of the plasma orbital bombardment starting in the distance and with it a shockwave that sends the car into the air.
Next thing David knows, he's in an upside down car. As soon as he gets unbuckled, he sees his mother is impaled on a pole through her stomach. She's trapped in the car and obviously starting to die. She's more focused on David. She orders him to not cry because he won't survive if he starts, and tells him to box up all his feelings so he can avoid crying.
He doesn't want to leave. She insists, begs him to go because she won't survive, but he could. He reluctantly agrees, boxing up all his feelings and running away from the car. He doesn't look back after he leaves the car.
Time is hazy as he runs through a half wrecked city, with more bombardments in the distance, and buildings crumbling more and more as he moves. Eventually he runs into a transport with soldiers coming in to get people out of the city.
It's only after he's with the soldiers he breaks down crying.
He ends up on a transport with another kid (Meena, his future adoptive sister), and an elderly woman doing her best to comfort them until he eventually passes out.
Full Summary:
He climbs into the car, his mother holding open the door. A woman with the same gray eyes and a kind smile. He's young, only about five years old.
His mother drives them through the city streets, singing along to the radio and talking about where to go for breakfast. He keeps saying places like ice cream places and bakeries and she is amused and guides him to more reasonable choices.
He's the one who sees it first, a ship in the sky and he excitedly points it, saying it's a new one.
His mother looks up and when he looks her way, she's gone pale, looking at the sky with horror. She looks at him.
"Mommy? What's wrong?"
She glances around, her grip tightens on the steering wheel. "David. I need you to close your eyes. Don't open them until the car stops."
"Why? Mommy wh-"
"Just do it!" She shouts, voice tight and on edge.
He flinches back, but then he obeys. He hears his mother take a deep breath, let's it out.
"Distance is the only chance. It's the only chance," she mutters.
Then there's the squeal of tires as she floors it. David is holding tight to his seatbelt, keeping his eyes shut tight. Even as the car hits bumps in the road, horns start blaring, tire wheels squealing. Even the occasional screech of metal like the sides of the car is scraping against the walls and there's a loud car of glass.
"M-mom?! What's going on?! I'm scared!" David asks, fearful.
"Just keep your eyes closed! Don't open them for a moment!" She says, her voice frantic and fearful and tight.
There's screams sometimes.
And impacts that sound a lot softer than trash cans, but still a heavy weight.
Distant sirens begin to blare.
This goes on for minutes, the sound of chaos getting louder and louder outside. Metal against metal farther away, and so much screaming. There's more softer, heavy thuds.
Until suddenly there's a loud sound, like the air itself was burning, distant, but reverberating. Only moments before suddenly the car is pitched forward, and sent flying.
The car stops. He blacks out.
"-id. David! Please, please, sweetie, you're breathing, you need to wake up-" his mother is pleading him, a hand shaking him.
He groans, opening his eyes and he's upside down.
"Oh....oh thank god. David, I'm going to unbuckle you now. Don't hit your head, can you do that for mommy?" She asked and her voice sounds. Wet.
It's hard to focus, but he gets it. He's upside down and he moves his arms, up above-below-his head. "Y-yeah," he said.
"Good. Good, I'm unbuckling you now."
She does and he manages to slow his fall so he doesn't hit his head. He groans and his vision swims with tears and blood as he wipes away blood from his face. He's starting to hiccup. "M-mom, why....why did th-that happen?" he asked, voice shaking.
"You can't cry now, David." Her voice is firm, hard. Almost harsh. It's unlike his mother.
He looks up in shock. "Mo-" And he freezes, eyes widening in horror.
His mother is still upside.
She also has a pole through her stomach.
"M-mommy, you're...you're...." The tears are building up more.
"David!" She says again in that hard tone. "Do not cry. If you start, you won't stop, and you. Cannot. Cry now." She bites back a cough. Blood seeps out of her mouth.
"We gotta go to the doctor!" David says, reaching for her, trying to find some way to help his mother as he fights back the tears. Trying to be good. Only stopping as her hand touches his face, makes him look at her face.
"David. You need to g-go," she says.
"No!"
"Yes! Sweetie, I know," she says, her hard tone breaking. "But there won't be a doctor that can come to me. Even if I could get unpinned, I'd be.....I'd be gone in seconds."
"No. No no no no, you're lying, you can't-!" The tears are coming now, his breath hitching, sobs breaking free.
She pulls him closer, her hands on either side of his face. One hand is warmer than the other, with fresh blood on it.
"David, you have to go."
"I can't!"
"You have to! Just...." She takes a shuddering breath before coughing to the side, blood splattering the roof of the car. She grimaces. "....David, I need you to imagine a box."
"A...b-box?" He asks in confusion.
"Yes. Imagine a box. Now. I need you to take all those f-feelings you have right now. The fear, the sadness, all those t-tears. I need you to put all of those in a box."
"I don't-"
"Just do it, please!"
He jerks back. But then he closes his eyes and slowly, his breathing slows. His sniffling fades, as he imagines it. A box, deep inside himself, and starts putting piece by piece all the feelings, everything that's upsetting him, that's hurting him.
"I need you to keep all th-those feelings in that box. And I need you to...to get out of this car. Find the.....the bank. You can r-read the word bank, right?"
He nods his head.
"Good. Good, I need you to read bank on the nearby building. T-then, when you're in the r-road facing the building. Go left. You know the trick for finding left?"
"Left is the hand that makes an L."
"Yes. Such a smart boy. I need you to go l-left. And keep going l-left. L-look for the UNSC. The soldiers. A-avoid anything not human. Hide then. Otherwise, just....just keep walking until you find soldiers. Can you do that for mommy?"
"I don't want to leave you-" He starts.
"I know," she said and her voice cracks and he opens her eyes. Her eyes are closed tight. Blood is streaming out of her mouth. "I know, David. But I have to keep you s-safe. And that's away from me now. You have to go."
"Mom..."
"Please."
"....okay."
She pulls him close, hugging him as best as she can. "I love you, David."
"I love you too, mommy," he whispers. For a moment, they stay like that.
And then she pushes him away. "Go. Live. Please."
He climbs out of the car. He doesn't look back. He can't. He has to keep everything in the box. He has to keep it all in the box.
He finds the building that has bank on it. It's half on the ground and a lot of buildings around him are in pieces. In the distant is that sound of burning air, causing the ground to shake, and more parts of the buildings falling down.
But he finds the bank, he checks what's left, and he turns.
And begins running.
Running as hard and fast as his young body can take him. He has to slow down sooner rather than later, but then he keeps pushing himself to stumble forward.
He doesn't know how long he travels. It could be hours, it could be minutes.
Until he sees a small transport ship, dropping off soldiers and relief support, looking for people to get out of the city while they still can.
One spots him, asks him where his parents are.
The box breaks open and he begins wailing and latches onto the soldier.
There are no more questions, the soldier picking him up and bringing him back to the transport ship.
He stays with the soldier until another kid is brought in, a few years older, a girl named Meena, and an elderly woman who says she can watch the children.
He catches a few words, but the one that comes up a lot is Glassing.
And eventually, he cries what he can and lets darkness take him.
Short Summary:
Dusk is obviously a young child, getting in a car to go to breakfast with his mother. A woman with eyes like his. It starts out innocently enough, listening to the radio and trying to encourage Dusk to eat more than sweets.
Then Dusk sees this ship high in the sky and as he points it out to his mother, she is obviously terrified. She tells Dusk, real name David, to close his eyes. He listens and then she floors it. The car hits a lot of things, some very likely people and sounds of chaos increases as a warning siren goes off. David is obviously scared with what's going on.
There's the sound of the plasma orbital bombardment starting in the distance and with it a shockwave that sends the car into the air.
Next thing David knows, he's in an upside down car. As soon as he gets unbuckled, he sees his mother is impaled on a pole through her stomach. She's trapped in the car and obviously starting to die. She's more focused on David. She orders him to not cry because he won't survive if he starts, and tells him to box up all his feelings so he can avoid crying.
He doesn't want to leave. She insists, begs him to go because she won't survive, but he could. He reluctantly agrees, boxing up all his feelings and running away from the car. He doesn't look back after he leaves the car.
Time is hazy as he runs through a half wrecked city, with more bombardments in the distance, and buildings crumbling more and more as he moves. Eventually he runs into a transport with soldiers coming in to get people out of the city.
It's only after he's with the soldiers he breaks down crying.
He ends up on a transport with another kid (Meena, his future adoptive sister), and an elderly woman doing her best to comfort them until he eventually passes out.
Full Summary:
He climbs into the car, his mother holding open the door. A woman with the same gray eyes and a kind smile. He's young, only about five years old.
His mother drives them through the city streets, singing along to the radio and talking about where to go for breakfast. He keeps saying places like ice cream places and bakeries and she is amused and guides him to more reasonable choices.
He's the one who sees it first, a ship in the sky and he excitedly points it, saying it's a new one.
His mother looks up and when he looks her way, she's gone pale, looking at the sky with horror. She looks at him.
"Mommy? What's wrong?"
She glances around, her grip tightens on the steering wheel. "David. I need you to close your eyes. Don't open them until the car stops."
"Why? Mommy wh-"
"Just do it!" She shouts, voice tight and on edge.
He flinches back, but then he obeys. He hears his mother take a deep breath, let's it out.
"Distance is the only chance. It's the only chance," she mutters.
Then there's the squeal of tires as she floors it. David is holding tight to his seatbelt, keeping his eyes shut tight. Even as the car hits bumps in the road, horns start blaring, tire wheels squealing. Even the occasional screech of metal like the sides of the car is scraping against the walls and there's a loud car of glass.
"M-mom?! What's going on?! I'm scared!" David asks, fearful.
"Just keep your eyes closed! Don't open them for a moment!" She says, her voice frantic and fearful and tight.
There's screams sometimes.
And impacts that sound a lot softer than trash cans, but still a heavy weight.
Distant sirens begin to blare.
This goes on for minutes, the sound of chaos getting louder and louder outside. Metal against metal farther away, and so much screaming. There's more softer, heavy thuds.
Until suddenly there's a loud sound, like the air itself was burning, distant, but reverberating. Only moments before suddenly the car is pitched forward, and sent flying.
The car stops. He blacks out.
"-id. David! Please, please, sweetie, you're breathing, you need to wake up-" his mother is pleading him, a hand shaking him.
He groans, opening his eyes and he's upside down.
"Oh....oh thank god. David, I'm going to unbuckle you now. Don't hit your head, can you do that for mommy?" She asked and her voice sounds. Wet.
It's hard to focus, but he gets it. He's upside down and he moves his arms, up above-below-his head. "Y-yeah," he said.
"Good. Good, I'm unbuckling you now."
She does and he manages to slow his fall so he doesn't hit his head. He groans and his vision swims with tears and blood as he wipes away blood from his face. He's starting to hiccup. "M-mom, why....why did th-that happen?" he asked, voice shaking.
"You can't cry now, David." Her voice is firm, hard. Almost harsh. It's unlike his mother.
He looks up in shock. "Mo-" And he freezes, eyes widening in horror.
His mother is still upside.
She also has a pole through her stomach.
"M-mommy, you're...you're...." The tears are building up more.
"David!" She says again in that hard tone. "Do not cry. If you start, you won't stop, and you. Cannot. Cry now." She bites back a cough. Blood seeps out of her mouth.
"We gotta go to the doctor!" David says, reaching for her, trying to find some way to help his mother as he fights back the tears. Trying to be good. Only stopping as her hand touches his face, makes him look at her face.
"David. You need to g-go," she says.
"No!"
"Yes! Sweetie, I know," she says, her hard tone breaking. "But there won't be a doctor that can come to me. Even if I could get unpinned, I'd be.....I'd be gone in seconds."
"No. No no no no, you're lying, you can't-!" The tears are coming now, his breath hitching, sobs breaking free.
She pulls him closer, her hands on either side of his face. One hand is warmer than the other, with fresh blood on it.
"David, you have to go."
"I can't!"
"You have to! Just...." She takes a shuddering breath before coughing to the side, blood splattering the roof of the car. She grimaces. "....David, I need you to imagine a box."
"A...b-box?" He asks in confusion.
"Yes. Imagine a box. Now. I need you to take all those f-feelings you have right now. The fear, the sadness, all those t-tears. I need you to put all of those in a box."
"I don't-"
"Just do it, please!"
He jerks back. But then he closes his eyes and slowly, his breathing slows. His sniffling fades, as he imagines it. A box, deep inside himself, and starts putting piece by piece all the feelings, everything that's upsetting him, that's hurting him.
"I need you to keep all th-those feelings in that box. And I need you to...to get out of this car. Find the.....the bank. You can r-read the word bank, right?"
He nods his head.
"Good. Good, I need you to read bank on the nearby building. T-then, when you're in the r-road facing the building. Go left. You know the trick for finding left?"
"Left is the hand that makes an L."
"Yes. Such a smart boy. I need you to go l-left. And keep going l-left. L-look for the UNSC. The soldiers. A-avoid anything not human. Hide then. Otherwise, just....just keep walking until you find soldiers. Can you do that for mommy?"
"I don't want to leave you-" He starts.
"I know," she said and her voice cracks and he opens her eyes. Her eyes are closed tight. Blood is streaming out of her mouth. "I know, David. But I have to keep you s-safe. And that's away from me now. You have to go."
"Mom..."
"Please."
"....okay."
She pulls him close, hugging him as best as she can. "I love you, David."
"I love you too, mommy," he whispers. For a moment, they stay like that.
And then she pushes him away. "Go. Live. Please."
He climbs out of the car. He doesn't look back. He can't. He has to keep everything in the box. He has to keep it all in the box.
He finds the building that has bank on it. It's half on the ground and a lot of buildings around him are in pieces. In the distant is that sound of burning air, causing the ground to shake, and more parts of the buildings falling down.
But he finds the bank, he checks what's left, and he turns.
And begins running.
Running as hard and fast as his young body can take him. He has to slow down sooner rather than later, but then he keeps pushing himself to stumble forward.
He doesn't know how long he travels. It could be hours, it could be minutes.
Until he sees a small transport ship, dropping off soldiers and relief support, looking for people to get out of the city while they still can.
One spots him, asks him where his parents are.
The box breaks open and he begins wailing and latches onto the soldier.
There are no more questions, the soldier picking him up and bringing him back to the transport ship.
He stays with the soldier until another kid is brought in, a few years older, a girl named Meena, and an elderly woman who says she can watch the children.
He catches a few words, but the one that comes up a lot is Glassing.
And eventually, he cries what he can and lets darkness take him.