Merry Christmas... [AH/DECEMBER] {WIP}

Merry Christmas... [AH/DECEMBER] {WIP} Nov 29, 2015 0:25:57 GMT -5

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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Nov 29, 2015 0:25:57 GMT -5

Not every Christmas is merry

SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER TO FORGET

-----December 24, CHRISTMAS EVE-----

----MUSIC----

11:00 PM, DECEMBER 24. Laughter filled the household, accompanied by the sound of silverware clacking on the plates and the soothing flicker from the dancing flames the fireplace. It was a typical scenario of a merry family celebrating the coming of Christmas with a small feast held inside their home. It was snowing outside and was fairly cold, the fire from the fireplace and the heat from their heater were the ones keeping them warm. Aldritch sat on the table with his foster parents, chatting and laughing at stories they've been sharing as they ate their meal. He wore a red sweater and a black scarf, both gifted to him by his adoptive mother for Christmas. "This is really good!" Al said as he sliced more of the roasted chicken with the knife. "I really hope that it'd be a holiday everyday." He smiled sweetly as his adoptive father passed the gravy. They dined and enjoyed the food, after finishing, they went ahead and sat at the sofa, exchanging with what's left of the gifts.

This was the fifth Christmas he had celebrated with his new parents, ever since his mother died. Truth be told, nothing was merry about Christmas, if you see him laughing and kidding around at that time of year, deep inside, he's in deep sorrow and longing. December 24th, christmas eve for many, but for him, it's his mother's death anniversary. And much like every year, he'd never forget to visit her grave. "I'mma go now." Al said as he wore his beanie and adjusted his scarf, after his foster parents nodded and wished him to be safe, Al stepped out of the door and sunk his feet on the snow outside. Their neighborhood was fairly quiet at that time, only a few cars traversed the roads and the sound of each household celebrating their merry Christmas could be heard clearly from the outside. With a small bouquet of white roses on his hands, Al went on and walked forward.

As he reached the square, a dazzling sight of the gigantic billboards and bright lights greeted him. People were all over the streets, couples, families, friends, all of which are having a fun time, and there he was, all alone and gloomy at the time, the odd one out as always. After a few more minutes of walking, he had finally reached his destination, the cemetery. Unlike every street he passed, the cemetery had a deafening silence. The usual luscious greenery surrounding the place was replaced with snow as white as his skin, the towering trees had all of its leaves fallen off, leaving an impression of a skeletal hand upon looking at it, giving the cemetery a much more ominous ambiance. As he walked the stone path he traversed every year, snow began falling, making Al adjust his beanie and his scarf. A puff of smoke escaped his mouth as he sighed upon reaching one of the graves. He paused for a while and knelt down, shoving off the snow on the gravestone embedded on the ground.

In Loving Memory Of

Allena Hexell

May Her Soul Rest In Peace

12:00 AM, DECEMBER 25. "Merry Christmas" Al said while looking at his beeping watch as midnight struck. As Al placed the flowers down at her mother's grave, tears began to fall down to his cheeks, much like every Christmas. Thankfully, Aldritch isn't one to grieve all day, knowing it's Christmas and it's time to celebrate, his crying ceased to continue and made his way back home. A thought suddenly came up to his mind. Remembering his experience while he was underground inside that huge laboratory Ira ran, he thought of checking his biological father for once. And so, he made his way towards his old home

Upon arriving at the old dump they used to call home, Aldritch peeked through the windows, seeing nothing but emptiness, not a single thing inside. The doors were locked, which he figured after his attempt at opening it.

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE