Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in
Things I cannnot win
You are the antidote that gets me by
Something strong
Like a drug that gets me high
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold to you
And I'm sorry about all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You could see me stand on my own again
Cause now i can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high
I never meant to be so cold
I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold
--Crossfade, "Cold"
I used to call her Lime when no one was around. I whispered it to
myself when no one was listening. The affectionate name I came up with
for her. I guess I like nicknames. I call the bounding moron 'Coon' all
the time; he's easily as crazy as a coon. He thinks it mean 'raccoon'
though, but let him think that. The boy was never the sharpest spoon in
the drawer anyways. He's got some issues, I guess, some divine upset on
how he was 'abandoned'. Doesn't he know that's how life for our type
goes? We come equipped to live on our own, and it's never being
'abandoned'. He doesn't get it though.
I don't think he ever will.
There's a lot of things the kid don't understand. He's too young.
Scratch that; there's another thing about our type...age is hardly a
matter. He's too...naive. That's it. Naive. He acts without thinking
and ruthlessly defends those he loves even when he suspects they are
wrong. And when they're cruel to him...he lets it roll off. He's like
that, my little Coon.
Not like Lime at all. At first I named her because how she could so
acrid and sour, and then secondly because of all the green. I never
said it out loud, that was my little secret.
Did I ever like her? Do I like her? It's hard to explain. Not that I won't TRY. I've had a lot of time to think about things.
First, we did what we did because we were dragooned into it. It was an arranged thing. Let me just get that out of the way.
Now back up a bit. I first met her when I was getting into the occult,
trying to get things to work. We are a race of technology, but I
wondered if we were capable of more fantasical and less logical things
such a magic. It'd be useful, at any rate, to smite any idiots in my
way. Then SHE showed up. She was intrigued by my cruel guile, and for
once I found someone who didn't utterly make me lose faith in
existance. I could teach her my ways, coax her over as a minion. She
was my student, and by far one of the few people I would dare to call
'friend'. Not at the time, but later on.
That's when the idiot humans though 'oh gee, let's ruin a friendship by
giving them kids'. I say this because...it seems when two people are
close, they cease to be friends. They lose sight of their goals in
lieu of having spawn. I never wanted to be like that.. I was too busy
for kids, and truth be told, I didn't want to lose her as a friend. I
knew it would happen. I don't like affection. I don't like emotions
(other than the murderous rage I feel 24/7...I guess it's comforting
and make me feel real)...and I have my reasons for that. Heh, it's
actually deeper than "Emotions are boring, let's watch shit get blown up!" too. Just another
drabble about crap getting in the way. I don't want to bother with it.
I liked it when me and little Lime were just friends. There was less
complications, less pressure to cater to the other one, less pressure
to uphold everything for not just us, but everyone else around us.
Expectation...too much for my liking. it's not that I CAN'T take it,
it's that I DON'T WANT TO. if your mate is mad at you, and you fight,
it could mean a messy end to things. Not saying that it can't happen
with a friend, but...it's easier to repair if you only fight with a
friend, and less agony if it can't be replaced. You can always get new
friends and minions, after all.
I like her as a friend. There. I said it.
But I got mad. I screwed up. I know she's seen my insane side, my
curel, domineering side, but...last night she saw a side I was never
willing to give up. And now she'll see another. I...guess I'm sorry.
Yeah. I wish she could just be my friend. My student, and I her
teacher. Not this "mother and father, husband and wife" crap everyone
else wants. I can't face everyone right now. I don't want to deal with
their stupid questions, ugly faces, and even more annoying, grating
voices. So I do it the cowards way, with a slip of paper. For the first
time in my life, I'm behaving like an underminded coward. Maybe when
there ain't so many certins around, I'll talk to her. But now...I don't
wanna be bugged.
I wish they'd understand.
Everything.