Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed- you said
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
He said: you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains...
This world you must've crossed- you said
You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
He said: you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains...
It was quiet, away from people, and most of all, away from thoughts of his amazingly talented sister. So she can lift a fork mentally. Big deal.He was normal. He was older. He knew things that Elli wouldn't even think to ask about. He knew what kind of person his mother was. And it wasn't kindhearted and sweet. Lying, conniving, promiscuous... he didn't dare go on.
He still loved her of course, it was just hard to see her as his mom when she didn't pay attention to him. His meeting a new friend was pushed aside for Elli's lifting of a plate with her mind.
His learning a new song to sing was ignored when Elli showed herself as more powerful by showing their mother that she could prepare meals without lifting a finger.
Tears slid down his cheeks, hot against his face in the cold Re'gan Mountains. He wasn't far from the house, rather he was in his Secret Place, where he spent his time to himself, thinking and wondering and dreaming and ranting quietly within the sanctum of his own head. It was a lot, but the cold snow and quiet tree shaded glade with flowers and plenty of soft, mossy rocks to sit on, it was calm. It was free. It was his. And no one else's.