Thoughts, Memories and a Desire for Change
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
In your depression you collapsed onto the desk your mother left you on, staring at the ceiling with tears forming on the edges of your eyes. Various thoughts went through your mind, mainly memories of the good old days when you were 1/100 of an inch.
You instantly began comparing your old life style to your current one and even someone as stupid as December or as young as Milly would have seen the dramatic difference. At 1/100 of an inch you had a life, a dangerous life granted but a life all the same. at 1/1000 of an inch you had virtually no contact with anyone outside of your family except for Rachael and it looks like that just ended too.
You remember several times an old friend or a relative coming over and asking if you had died; your mother being the over protective woman she was did in fact say you were dead as a means of protecting you, she didnt want to risk your well being at something like a family get together.
You've been slowly missing out on Melly too, eventually she'll probably forget she even had a brother at this rate. December...well with her intellect there was no telling what would happen in the future in her case. Worst of all was Mom, with her stressed state she may actually imprison you with something like some jewelry or her ear, some place where she could keep you safe.
Deep in thought about your life you mutter aloud a conclusion "Things need to change."
So you began your plan, plotting out a speech for you Mom next time you saw her.
BOOM
"Speak of the Devil" You mutter, Mom was on her way. With the ever familiar rythmic booms of her foot steps she stepped into the room and happily looked at you, several magnifying glasses in hand.
You sighed, this was going to break your moms heart but it was the only way to go.
"Whats wrong dear?" Mom asked, with her magnifying glasses she could see you were upset.
With a determined expression you point to your ear, a gesture that you used when you wanted to talk with Mom. Her eyes filled with understanding as she pulled out her ever trusty tweezers and lifted you up.
Gently your Mom placed you fairly deep in her ear, "What is it hunny?" She sounded so innocent, almost happy....this would be devastating.
With a deep breath you began, "Mom.....I love you, I love all of you, even Milly and December but this just isn't working. This isn't life this is effectively a prison sentence."
"Why hunny tha-" You cut her off. "Its torture! I haven't done anything remotely interesting in months! All I had that kept me happy was Rachael and even now you just ruined it with her! I'm missing out on so much, school....friends......even my own damn family! When was the last time I actually got to spend any time with Milly?"
"But dear its...." Again you cut off your Mom. "Its too dangerous I know but you want to know the truth..I actually dont care at all! I'd rather live one nice day then the rest of my life like this! I'm telling you this so that you will understand, although I may not seem like it due to my size I AM a person and I deserve to live like one. Please Mom, I intend on living like this even if you say no. The least you can do is support me....."
You let your voice drag off, a lone tear sliding down your cheek. You felt bad at what you had just said but it had to be done, now all that was left was to see how Mom would react.
You instantly began comparing your old life style to your current one and even someone as stupid as December or as young as Milly would have seen the dramatic difference. At 1/100 of an inch you had a life, a dangerous life granted but a life all the same. at 1/1000 of an inch you had virtually no contact with anyone outside of your family except for Rachael and it looks like that just ended too.
You remember several times an old friend or a relative coming over and asking if you had died; your mother being the over protective woman she was did in fact say you were dead as a means of protecting you, she didnt want to risk your well being at something like a family get together.
You've been slowly missing out on Melly too, eventually she'll probably forget she even had a brother at this rate. December...well with her intellect there was no telling what would happen in the future in her case. Worst of all was Mom, with her stressed state she may actually imprison you with something like some jewelry or her ear, some place where she could keep you safe.
Deep in thought about your life you mutter aloud a conclusion "Things need to change."
So you began your plan, plotting out a speech for you Mom next time you saw her.
BOOM
"Speak of the Devil" You mutter, Mom was on her way. With the ever familiar rythmic booms of her foot steps she stepped into the room and happily looked at you, several magnifying glasses in hand.
You sighed, this was going to break your moms heart but it was the only way to go.
"Whats wrong dear?" Mom asked, with her magnifying glasses she could see you were upset.
With a determined expression you point to your ear, a gesture that you used when you wanted to talk with Mom. Her eyes filled with understanding as she pulled out her ever trusty tweezers and lifted you up.
Gently your Mom placed you fairly deep in her ear, "What is it hunny?" She sounded so innocent, almost happy....this would be devastating.
With a deep breath you began, "Mom.....I love you, I love all of you, even Milly and December but this just isn't working. This isn't life this is effectively a prison sentence."
"Why hunny tha-" You cut her off. "Its torture! I haven't done anything remotely interesting in months! All I had that kept me happy was Rachael and even now you just ruined it with her! I'm missing out on so much, school....friends......even my own damn family! When was the last time I actually got to spend any time with Milly?"
"But dear its...." Again you cut off your Mom. "Its too dangerous I know but you want to know the truth..I actually dont care at all! I'd rather live one nice day then the rest of my life like this! I'm telling you this so that you will understand, although I may not seem like it due to my size I AM a person and I deserve to live like one. Please Mom, I intend on living like this even if you say no. The least you can do is support me....."
You let your voice drag off, a lone tear sliding down your cheek. You felt bad at what you had just said but it had to be done, now all that was left was to see how Mom would react.
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