posted the first chapter sometime ago... gave up because I didn't really like the story anymore (it was my first ever, fair to say I've evolved since then) but I read the whole thing again and I actually like it!
Hope Ты do too!
The mirror.
The ride Главная passed in silence, and after Wilson pulled up to House’ apartment and they exchanged goodnights, they parted ways.
House didn’t feel like sleeping. He made his way to his apartment and crossed the distance to the bathroom, tossing his cane aside somewhere halfway.
That stupid dream again… he hated that defenceless feeling, that total lack of control, he hated not knowing why… even after all these years, he didn’t know why his father had done those things to him, или why his mother didn’t step in at some point, или why his classmates and teachers didn’t even notice, или why he didn’t have the guts to tell them.
Why, why, why, why.
That had become his new focus in life; finding out why. He hated the clinic patients because their complaints lacked underlying riddles, and he cared еще about the diagnosis than he cared about the actual patient because he would always find the illness, but he didn’t know why the patient himself was brought to life.
To annoy him perhaps, but that didn’t really satisfy him.
He hated not knowing, so he settled for not caring.
He looked into the mirror.
When he was younger, he tried to keep faith. Surely it would all get better when he moved out of his parents’ house, right? Childish innocence? Wishful thinking…
He grew up, and the need for validation from his father grew with him. He found lacrosse, a sport that would distract him from his misery. And the piano, on which he could play background Музыка for the few happy memories he had.
A chance of survival, he could do this. He endured whatever his father put him through because he knew he had to keep faith.
He grew further. He found Stacy, and a goal in life: he’d become a doctor.
The side-effects of his dreadful youth were visible by now: he was overly stubborn, rather blunt in conversation, and he had adopted a state of defensiveness where ever his emotions were concerned. But he did still care.
He knew how to love, maybe not to the extent of the common man, but it was sufficient enough for Stacy to stick around.
And then, the infarction.
In trouble once again, he tried to cling on to that little bit of control he had.
His leg, his leg.
He kept his leg, but his faith was gone.
Stupid cane… damned Stacy.
He didn’t care anymore, because his new found handicap had дана him an alternative;
Every time someone got trough to him, every time he cared, he popped a viccodin.
He was still staring into the mirror, examining his face: enlarged pupils, dimmed light shining in his eyes, lines of grief and hardship carved into his face…
The mirror was relentless…
He got back to the livingroom and dicided to just turn on the TV untill sleep took him.
Didn’t really work, so he played the Пианино again. It still offered comfort, his ability to play lacrosse had perished, but he knew he could still play the piano.
***
Wilson also couldn’t sleep.
House was the brother he never had. His Назад brother ran off into the unknown. House often tried to do the same, but catching up with him was just a lot easier.
Quincy, little Quincy. The little kid who had bruises on the wierdest places, his parents always shrugged those off: he had leukemia, so he could be bruised easily. Still… he could’t be that clumsy… child abuse? That was big… he couldn’t just accuse the parents like that. He’d asked the boy one time, all he got was a look similar to House’ in the auditorium tonight…
Tomorrow he would ask, all of them.
***
17 chapters after this... anyone interested?
Hope Ты do too!
The mirror.
The ride Главная passed in silence, and after Wilson pulled up to House’ apartment and they exchanged goodnights, they parted ways.
House didn’t feel like sleeping. He made his way to his apartment and crossed the distance to the bathroom, tossing his cane aside somewhere halfway.
That stupid dream again… he hated that defenceless feeling, that total lack of control, he hated not knowing why… even after all these years, he didn’t know why his father had done those things to him, или why his mother didn’t step in at some point, или why his classmates and teachers didn’t even notice, или why he didn’t have the guts to tell them.
Why, why, why, why.
That had become his new focus in life; finding out why. He hated the clinic patients because their complaints lacked underlying riddles, and he cared еще about the diagnosis than he cared about the actual patient because he would always find the illness, but he didn’t know why the patient himself was brought to life.
To annoy him perhaps, but that didn’t really satisfy him.
He hated not knowing, so he settled for not caring.
He looked into the mirror.
When he was younger, he tried to keep faith. Surely it would all get better when he moved out of his parents’ house, right? Childish innocence? Wishful thinking…
He grew up, and the need for validation from his father grew with him. He found lacrosse, a sport that would distract him from his misery. And the piano, on which he could play background Музыка for the few happy memories he had.
A chance of survival, he could do this. He endured whatever his father put him through because he knew he had to keep faith.
He grew further. He found Stacy, and a goal in life: he’d become a doctor.
The side-effects of his dreadful youth were visible by now: he was overly stubborn, rather blunt in conversation, and he had adopted a state of defensiveness where ever his emotions were concerned. But he did still care.
He knew how to love, maybe not to the extent of the common man, but it was sufficient enough for Stacy to stick around.
And then, the infarction.
In trouble once again, he tried to cling on to that little bit of control he had.
His leg, his leg.
He kept his leg, but his faith was gone.
Stupid cane… damned Stacy.
He didn’t care anymore, because his new found handicap had дана him an alternative;
Every time someone got trough to him, every time he cared, he popped a viccodin.
He was still staring into the mirror, examining his face: enlarged pupils, dimmed light shining in his eyes, lines of grief and hardship carved into his face…
The mirror was relentless…
He got back to the livingroom and dicided to just turn on the TV untill sleep took him.
Didn’t really work, so he played the Пианино again. It still offered comfort, his ability to play lacrosse had perished, but he knew he could still play the piano.
***
Wilson also couldn’t sleep.
House was the brother he never had. His Назад brother ran off into the unknown. House often tried to do the same, but catching up with him was just a lot easier.
Quincy, little Quincy. The little kid who had bruises on the wierdest places, his parents always shrugged those off: he had leukemia, so he could be bruised easily. Still… he could’t be that clumsy… child abuse? That was big… he couldn’t just accuse the parents like that. He’d asked the boy one time, all he got was a look similar to House’ in the auditorium tonight…
Tomorrow he would ask, all of them.
***
17 chapters after this... anyone interested?
Okay, so I'm Письмо a fac-fic where House and Wilson haven't seen each other in almost three-five years. House has been away dealing with his addiction and mental break-down, and when he is finally released from the hospital he goes to see Wilson and tries to get his life back to normal. However, Wilson has basically moved on and House has trouble adjusting. I need help with coming up with names and such...
Below are the catigories I need help naming in and then the names that I have narrowed down to.
Wilson's 4th Wife
Bethany Joy-
Devon- I
Alyssa- II
Jenifer- I
Allison-
Cuddy's Boyfriend
Darike- I
Jeff-
Eric-
Dan-
Josh- III
Wilson's Daughter
Sarah- II
Jennifer- I
Joy-
Nicola-
Destiny- I
House's Girlfriend
Leah- I
Hannah-
Alicia-
Rachel-
Niki- III
Below are the catigories I need help naming in and then the names that I have narrowed down to.
Wilson's 4th Wife
Bethany Joy-
Devon- I
Alyssa- II
Jenifer- I
Allison-
Cuddy's Boyfriend
Darike- I
Jeff-
Eric-
Dan-
Josh- III
Wilson's Daughter
Sarah- II
Jennifer- I
Joy-
Nicola-
Destiny- I
House's Girlfriend
Leah- I
Hannah-
Alicia-
Rachel-
Niki- III
