Mr. Quiet

He watched the snowfall from his solitary.

Watching from his bedroom window looking into the newer world that was presenting itself allowing, the modern current world to be drown out for the moment. Allowing some inner peace to occupy him from his pain.

The pain of loss, the pain of hurt, the pain of learning from the mistakes of the choices you have made. The silence was indeed medicinal in nature-as this was his time to “block out the world for a little bit.” As the world seemed to be getting too much for him to handle, wearing some symbolic bracelets of the war toll that was brought upon his physical body. Shrugging only for a moment to change his direction of seating he looks down to glance upon them. Reminded of the war he was having with life becoming disgusted with certain consequences that occurred that was out of his reach from the some that was in his reach.

“Knock knock”

The door then swung open gently to a very quiet and sincere younger sibling, stood with his arms to his sides looking at the silent and hurt simply staring at his wristbands.

“We can cut those off for you if you like?”

“No, I am ok. They help remind me of what happened, and point my direction to go in my life. Even though it might be a downward one”

“Warren, you can’t think like that”

The younger sibling of the newly identified bearer of the “wristbands” walked in concerned like. Concerned, for his older sibling’s well-being of what got him to that point to begin with. as it seemed his brother was still stuck in that loop.

Whispering back as he once did the little sibling responded

“Warren your life’s not in a downward angle it is a steady incline. Not rapid, not like a elevator or what not but a steady accent.”

“I don’t see it”

“I am sure you don’t but, I suppose that is why you’re in my care now and I will happily remind you daily of it”

The story opens more as it is reminded again between the siblings. Brothers that at once were prone to there individual roles of one being the “elder” while the other being the “youngest.” Now with the roles reversed.

The very moment the younger brother was called away from his important Retail Job-working at the Blue Siren Pet shop off Paul Lane. Only a five min drive from his house to the Pearlie gates of “Landscapes Sanitarium” (which worked out I guess).

The younger sibling remembered the harsh narrative that was painted for him personally about his older brother Warren’s attempt to check out early.

They had started to fill him in first on the attempt of what “could of” taken his life. As, the police report indicated that he had snatched a pumpkin knife from his set in his kitchen and welp took it immediately to his wrists with two quicken slashes.

Side to side

So, the blood was quickly leaving his body on the kitchen floor, the landlord had came in “unannounced” to check on an electrical disturbance that he had reported days prior. It was his landlord that saved his life.

That part was a big relief to take in. what took the younger brother for a loop was the content that Warren had slipped to their accessors, and many therapists. “The reason what drove him” if you will.

As years upon years of secrets started to spill out like an overfilled glass of water under a spicket. Warren explained apparently that he has always had a darkened view of the world. Wishing he would die on every birthday that he has had since he was 6 or 7. As he told the doctors that was his listening ears that “the birth of this darkness” happened when he was little. Little enough to remember a familiar “Blue” bunkbed. A bunk bed that he used to always sleep in the bottom bunk where he was near a lightened fish tank. A fish tank that was a lantern he always returned too (apparently). As it was a symbolic thing to remember the abuse he had endured. Sexual abuse if there were to be a literal term.

The Sibling cringed with a tint of fear and unnerves hearing that. But what blew his mind was the next portion they told. The next portion that Warren suddenly had no problem about spewing. As He remembered the doctors personal look, he gave to him before he was albe to even say it himself.

“He said it was Your Oldest brother, Duke. It was not forced he said as he snuck into his room late at night. Pretending to have a sleepover. A sleepover that entailed some groping and stoking of his privates and he returned the favor. As he thought it was a funny thing to do”

The news hit the young brother like a sledgehammer. “a hammer” in the metaphor that hits home with him as his name has a reference to a “hammer.” “Thor Trig” in the lament’s terms of it. The now caretaker of “Mr. Quiet” (the nickname a few of the orderly has had given him due to his silent presence) what made things worse was the content that followed including the mental abuse from his mother, then the bullying that would happen constantly from school. Which bled into his personal goals in life far his pursuit of love and the sustaining of friends both, of which had come up with near bum dry. Thor still remembers being only 14 and being at his “grad party”. A small gathering of family and friends that were forced there-no one socially.

Out of all of what the doctors had told him however that was not the sole reason that “sent him over” it was only what remained in his “storage tank.” The moment was his thought of finally finding “Love.” The fairy tale ending to someone as him.

An ending he sought in a fellow co-worker in “Constance Mera.” Someone who worked with him at his day job of being a janitor at the local library. She was a proud receptionist. Working together for a certain amount of time through holidays an such. She started to give Warren a faint hope for the future of “what-if” as her polite smile and kind words pierced the veil of someone who had made cast iron walls due to his history. He grew fond of her from this as, he started to go out of his way to bring her gifts or do things of admiration to win her over. As he had thoughts of, he and her in public “holding hands,” walking through the Aquarium (in town), eating dinner at the best restaurant that he could afford, till lastly holding her as they slept at night. A hardened love-struck thing for Warren it was, his thoughts, nevertheless.

The whole ordeal went on for a little over a year or so when Warren, had walked to his car after escorting Ms. Mera to hers when another car approached hers. He did not go and see who it was. He stayed silent and ready in case things were to go weary. To his shock he noticed someone he knew from his bullying days that “suddenly” had to spring up. A “Chester Arthur” (if Thors memory served) He and miss Constance must have been a thing without his knowing as, he witnessed there full romantical embrace. Systematically breaking down on the inside.

It was that moment when Warren had lost all his light he had in life.