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| A Child's Obsession; Jasper muses about the creation of Thomas... | |
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| MaDdicient | Mar 10 2010, 02:11 AM Post #1 |
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When I was a child, everybody smiled nobody knows me at all I can still remember the tell-tale feel of burlap beneath my fingers, a piece of God that I knew existed legitimately. As a child, I became fascinating with my dad's mask. I didn't know the significance it held at the time because, to me, it meant something entirely. Not fear...but love. My mom started to worry that I had become obsessed with the mask, due to the fact I never let it leave my sight. This mainly happened around my fourth year of life, when dad decided that an unexpected vacation might do him good. A vacation that lasted for almost a year, might I add. So, in his absence, I became attached to the only item I could really associate with him. Something I had become familiar with months prior. Cillian is the one who found it, folded neatly at the bottom of my father's desk drawer located in his private study. It evoked fear in him at once, causing the wimp to cry out for his mommy. But I picked it up off of the ground and, upon contact, knew that I must keep it forever. Naturally, I had to protect it so I placed it neatly under my bed, shrugging when my mother asked me what Cillian was referring to. She seemed unnaturally tired... In my later years, I would find out that she had to use muscle relaxants to calm her endless twitching. It would always get worse when we did something bad, or if daddy had gotten into a fight with her about how Cillian should be watched at all times. Which, he should have been. My brother would kill a baby squirrel if it pissed him off in some way! Jokes aside, as the months passed by, I would start doing everything with that damned mask. I'd even talk to it, ask it questions. The scary part...it responded. And so Thomas was born. I had gotten his name from my favorite cartoon, Thomas the Tank Engine. It popped into my head the moment I started talking to the object and it has always stayed. Today, when I see that mask, I no longer see Thomas...I see it for what it truly stands for. Scarecrow, the Master of Fear' Panic Disorder Oh but Thomas is still with me... permanently stamped into my brain. I doubt he will leave anytime soon. |
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