Post by levander demetrius frey on Aug 20, 2012 3:48:04 GMT
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It was mid-morning on a Sunday, and Levi was having his alone time. He loved his friends to death and back, but he was in an abnormally unsocial mood today. He had no reason to be; it was a perfectly lovely day with cerulean skies and fluffy white clouds like on his mum's computer background. Being the artist he was, he noticed things that not everyone would. He noticed how the clouds were practically painted into the sky with wild wide white brush strokes. He noticed the way the sun's light was absorbed into the ground and reflected back as a bright spring green. It was the kind of day that would be perfect for an Adventure with the other guys.
But rather than be with the other guys, Levi was walking towards the Quidditch pitch with his Bolt 360 in clenched in his left hand. This was because he was mad. Now, Levi rarely got mad. He was generally a happy person, and always dealt with things in a passive-aggressive manner. But this time, Levi was different. He was so bloody mad that he could barely think straight; he was scary and he didn't want anyone to see him like this. Especially his best friends. They had better things to do than worry about why he was acting so strangely, and knowing them they would ask what was wrong. In his current state, Levi would lash out at them, and he didn't want to make the guys uncomfortable or start something that didn't need to be started.
He arrived at the Quidditch pitch, mounted his racing broom, and kicked off.
A particular word in his inner monologue stuck out like a sore thumb. Guys. Levi let out a frustrated sigh. That was exactly why he was in a bad mood. What had been done by guys (specifically, one guy) to his baby sister really set him off the edge. Melissa was exactly a year younger than him, but they were practically twins. She was the person that Levi was closest to in his family, and also was, quite frankly, the most adorable person that he had ever met, and he loved her more than words could say. In a brotherly way, of course, there was absolutely no way that their relationship was anything close to incestuous. At the thought of his sister being loved as more than a friend, Levi bristled. Mel had recently gotten herself a boyfriend, who happened to be one of Levi's Muggle friends by the name of Michael. Mike was one of Levi's closest friends. Until...
Levi realized that his hands hurt from gripping the handle of his broom so tightly, and that he was about fifty feet of of the ground. He loosened his grip and took deep breaths just like Hero had taught him.
Hero... his brothers... brothers. Why hadn't they done something? Why didn't they help Melissa?! Because they didn't know. A voice in the back of his head reminded him. "Why didn't you tell them, Mel?" Levi murmured, steering his broom around the Quidditch pitch. "They could have helped you, while all I can do is sit here and be mad." Levi sighed and leaned forward, pressing the Bolt higher. He recalled Melissa's letter in his head. It had been delivered at breakfast, which he had promptly left once he read it. She had started off gently, saying that she and Mike weren't together anymore. Then she had slammed the dilemma down on the paper in violet ballpoint pen.
he took me to this place where he said all the really cool people hang out. 'the underground', if i remember correctly. you said you've been there before. but there was nobody there, it was just me & him. & suddenly he has me against the wall & he's really strong so i can't really move, & ithoht thought that he was trying to be funny at first so i didn't think anything of it, but then he starts unbuttonning unbuttoning my blouse & kissing me with his tongue & everything, & you know how much i hate tongues. & then he
Levi turned his broom in the air and dove down towards the ground at breakneck speed, blood pounding in his ears. His baby sister had been raped by a guy that Levi had once considered to be one of his closest friends. As he hurtled towards the ground he let all his anger be taken by gravity and plummet toward the sand at the base of the Quidditch pitch. He didn't know how, but he was able to somewhat compose himself and his anger was gone. All that was left now was betrayal. He was hurting because Melissa was hurting. He didn't like it when people were sad, and he always made an effort to help them, but he could help her because she was just too damn far away. And so, he was hurting.
He landed gently, and sat down on the sand. He bent his knees so that they were brought up somewhat close to his chest, and leaned on them. He buried his face, and allowed all the tears to pour out.
But rather than be with the other guys, Levi was walking towards the Quidditch pitch with his Bolt 360 in clenched in his left hand. This was because he was mad. Now, Levi rarely got mad. He was generally a happy person, and always dealt with things in a passive-aggressive manner. But this time, Levi was different. He was so bloody mad that he could barely think straight; he was scary and he didn't want anyone to see him like this. Especially his best friends. They had better things to do than worry about why he was acting so strangely, and knowing them they would ask what was wrong. In his current state, Levi would lash out at them, and he didn't want to make the guys uncomfortable or start something that didn't need to be started.
He arrived at the Quidditch pitch, mounted his racing broom, and kicked off.
A particular word in his inner monologue stuck out like a sore thumb. Guys. Levi let out a frustrated sigh. That was exactly why he was in a bad mood. What had been done by guys (specifically, one guy) to his baby sister really set him off the edge. Melissa was exactly a year younger than him, but they were practically twins. She was the person that Levi was closest to in his family, and also was, quite frankly, the most adorable person that he had ever met, and he loved her more than words could say. In a brotherly way, of course, there was absolutely no way that their relationship was anything close to incestuous. At the thought of his sister being loved as more than a friend, Levi bristled. Mel had recently gotten herself a boyfriend, who happened to be one of Levi's Muggle friends by the name of Michael. Mike was one of Levi's closest friends. Until...
Levi realized that his hands hurt from gripping the handle of his broom so tightly, and that he was about fifty feet of of the ground. He loosened his grip and took deep breaths just like Hero had taught him.
Hero... his brothers... brothers. Why hadn't they done something? Why didn't they help Melissa?! Because they didn't know. A voice in the back of his head reminded him. "Why didn't you tell them, Mel?" Levi murmured, steering his broom around the Quidditch pitch. "They could have helped you, while all I can do is sit here and be mad." Levi sighed and leaned forward, pressing the Bolt higher. He recalled Melissa's letter in his head. It had been delivered at breakfast, which he had promptly left once he read it. She had started off gently, saying that she and Mike weren't together anymore. Then she had slammed the dilemma down on the paper in violet ballpoint pen.
he took me to this place where he said all the really cool people hang out. 'the underground', if i remember correctly. you said you've been there before. but there was nobody there, it was just me & him. & suddenly he has me against the wall & he's really strong so i can't really move, & i
Levi turned his broom in the air and dove down towards the ground at breakneck speed, blood pounding in his ears. His baby sister had been raped by a guy that Levi had once considered to be one of his closest friends. As he hurtled towards the ground he let all his anger be taken by gravity and plummet toward the sand at the base of the Quidditch pitch. He didn't know how, but he was able to somewhat compose himself and his anger was gone. All that was left now was betrayal. He was hurting because Melissa was hurting. He didn't like it when people were sad, and he always made an effort to help them, but he could help her because she was just too damn far away. And so, he was hurting.
He landed gently, and sat down on the sand. He bent his knees so that they were brought up somewhat close to his chest, and leaned on them. He buried his face, and allowed all the tears to pour out.
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