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@freedomwriter76
Thank you 😭😭
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@mineralizedwritings Yw! <3
I think I may be writing my best few scenes in a while…uhhh everyone be ready for an infected wound emergency😬
but the scenes are well done so far, I would say XD
I love it!!!! the poor boy…
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@freedomwriter76
I think I may be writing my best few scenes in a while…uhhh everyone be ready for an infected wound emergency😬
I am utterly confused to the meaning of these sentences, but glad you’re writing well 😂
but the scenes are well done so far, I would say XD
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*cough cough* I mean that someone is going to have an infected wound in the scenes *cough cough*
Poor Flax. He’s just got to power through it. I really like the concept of hope being an actual physical force you have to drink.
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@freedomwriter76
Oh ok XD
It had better not be my Ruebsy 🥺
or wolfgang ;(
Thank you! I’m glad you like it! 🙂
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@mineralizedwritings Of course it’s not Reubsy or Wolfy…
it’s Riker
@smiley @lightoverdarkness6 @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @savannah_grace2009 @rae @whalekeeper @euodia-vision @esther-c @grcr @acancello @hybridlore @loopylin @keilah-hAlright, I have a couple scenes for Leon/Riker’s 2nd novel; these scenes would be a bit further apart tho, lol, bc there would be a Leon scene in between😂
But anywhooooo…my poor baby😭
I feel so bad for him…ughhhhhh*cries*
Anyways XD Here’s the scenes:
Water trickled off the jagged edge of the broken roof, left behind by the recent rainstorm.
Riker tore a strip of cloth from the old shirt in his free hand. He wrapped the linin around his left arm, wincing at the pain.
Blood soaked through the cloth in mere moments; Riker had to look away. He shivered.
He didn’t care that it hurt. He didn’t care that he bled. It wasn’t enough. It still wasn’t the kind of punishment he deserved.
A part of him wanted the pain. A part of him wanted to hurt just so he could feel a fraction of all the suffering he’d caused.
Punishing himself? Maybe.
But he deserved it.
He didn’t know why he was still alive…he didn’t deserve to be. He deserved death. He deserved hell. He knew it and he accepted it.
Giggles and gentle chiding sounded, and Riker slipped further into the shadow of the alleyway, watching as a mother strode past on the sidewalk, two small children in tow, gently reminding them to be careful so they wouldn’t fall.
The other part of Riker ached for his family. But that part refused to realize that Riker didn’t deserve happiness…Riker didn’t deserve a free and peaceful life.
And with all of the lives he had taken, maybe…maybe his family was better off without him anyways.
“Are you in the alleyway again, Riker? Don’t you have somewhere else to stay?”
Riker looked up. His blue eyes met Louisa’s, and a small smile brightened Louisa’s face. “Now dear, you can’t keep sleeping in the alleyway.”
“Mrs. Schneider, you shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t what, dear, hmm? Can I not have compassion on another one of God’s creations?”
Riker looked away. “You shouldn’t waste it on me.”
“Now, now,” Louisa clucked her tongue, “don’t speak that way about yourself. You are loved even though you don’t realize it. Now, I am here to invite you to have supper with me…you must be starving out here on your own.”
“I-I can go home.”
“If you have a home, then why do I keep finding you in the alleyway?”
Riker chewed his bottom lip. She already went through enough…she already cared for him too much. How could he explain that he couldn’t stay around his father for too long else memories would overcome him? How could he explain that the darkest places in town were the only places he could go where he wouldn’t be found…where his father would never look for him? How could he explain that being outside away from his father was the only place where he didn’t feel his father’s scrutiny and his father’s harsh hand?
Unwilling to burden her anymore and unwilling to explain, Riker just shrugged. “…I guess I like it out here.”
“Dear, do you think I can’t detect a lie when I hear one? Come now, child, I only wish to feed you to keep your stomach content. I ask for nothing more than that. I want to care for you, Riker, and I want to show you Christ’s love in every way I can-“ Louisa laid her hand on Riker’s left arm; Riker flinched away. “-Dear, why is your skin so warm?”
Riker shrugged off her hand, and felt a shiver run up and down his spine. “It’s fine. I’m just warm.”
Louisa shook her head, obviously not believing him. She bent her head down; a strand of her gray hair came loose from the bun at the nape of her neck. She gasped. “Riker, you’re bleeding. When was this dressing changed?”
“I-I just wrapped it…”
“Not with proper bandages, and all you did was lay more cloth over a previous cloth. That will not do, dear. What happened?”
“It’s nothing,” Riker stood and stumbled, barely catching himself on the wall, “I’m fine.”
“You are not fine, dear. Your skin is red and warm, you are bleeding, and Riker, even your eyes are glassy…you need attention. Please come with me.”
“No…I don’t need help. I’m fine…I-I’m fine.” Riker stumbled away out of the alley, each step sending a throb of pain.
“Riker don’t leave, please! You need help…Riker!”
But he kept going.
He-he couldn’t burden her. He wouldn’t burden her. It was his problem…his issue…his worthless life.
He was a mistake. And mistakes didn’t deserve anyone’s help.
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Each step sent aching pain throughout his body. Each step made his head throb harder and his heart pound faster. He couldn’t walk without feeling dizzy…he couldn’t stumble without grabbing onto something to keep him from falling flat on his face.
He didn’t always know what was going on, much less what he was supposed to be doing.
He shivered. He trembled. He continued on as if nothing was wrong when everything was wrong.
Riker tried to stop his shaking hands, telling himself to calm down, telling himself to cool, telling himself that everything was fine.
The kettle was ready…but something was-ah, the tea. He couldn’t make tea without tea.
Riker quietly chided his forgetfulness and did what he knew to do to prepare the tea. Riker stepped away from the stove and sank into a kitchen chair, gently rolling up his left shirtsleeve.
The wound no longer bled. No more need for so many cloths. Riker gingerly began to pull at the makeshift bandages, slowly loosening them and prying them from his skin, which clung to the cloth, sticky with dried blood.
He winced at the pain and let the final wrapping stay where it was. Skin around the covered wound was red rather than pale. It was fine…Riker was fine…the wound was fine.
Riker lowered his sleeve, stood, and stumbled outside the front door. His vision blurred, and he blinked several times to clear it.
“Do you want something?” Franz muttered, seated in a chair on the porch, a cigar in hand.
“There-there’s tea if you want…it…” Riker groaned as a severe ache travelled through his skull.
Franz stood; his cigar lifted to his lips. “What’s your problem?”
“N-Nothing, Father…I-I’m fine.”
He was fine. He was alive. He was feeling pain…what was the problem in that? Nothing. Nothing was wrong about that. He deserved pain…he deserved more than pain.
A chill spread up his spine, making Riker tremble. His father didn’t need to know. Riker was fine anyhow…he was really fine. He was…he was…Riker moaned.
His head throbbed. His body shook. His arm burned and ached. His head spun. He couldn’t think…he couldn’t…he couldn’t…Riker moaned and collapsed onto the porch, his backside hitting the wood with a thud. He winced.
“What the-!?”
“I’m sorry. I-I…” Riker groaned; the world spun around him. He felt dizzy…nauseous. His vision blurred.
His torso leaned back, and his legs went limp. He laid his head on the chilly wood.
If he could just sleep for a few minutes…if he could just rest for a few seconds…if he could just…just-“Herr Schind, what is wrong?”
“Like I should know. He just collapsed.”
Riker blinked several times. Who was it? The voice was familiar…but his vision was too blurred…his head too dizzy…his mind too delusional.
“His head is warm…his eyes are glassy. He’s ill. His arm-oh Lord, help him. Yosef, find a doctor. Hurry!”
The voice…and the name.
“Isaiah?” Riker groaned.
Isaiah leaned over him, a small smile adding a few more lines to his wrinkled face. “Hello, Riker, do you feel ill?”
“I-I’m f-f-fine.”
“I’ll take that as a no.” Isaiah gently stroked Riker’s hair off his forehead. “Don’t worry, Yosef went to go get help.”
Isaiah had suffered so much…Riker didn’t deserve his help. Isaiah had been starved…beaten…he’d lost so much.
Tears stung Riker’s eyes. “I-I’m so-so sorry.”
“Oh, Riker…it’s alright. It’s alright. Don’t apologize…I’m going to get you some help. Just stay still…stay here. You’ll be alright.”
Riker shivered; Isaiah’s firm yet gentle hand rested on his forehead, and the other rested on Riker’s chest, keeping him calm and steady.
Isaiah began to hum a quiet song…a hymn…Riker’s mother’s favorite song at church.
Riker’s head lolled back; his eyes closed.
And his world faded into blessed darkness.
@freedomwriter76
Riker… *cries* the poor hurt abused injured and abandoned boy!!
Why would you do this to him???! What did he ever do to you???
The answer is nothing, because thus boy could never do anything to you
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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I knowwwwww *cries*
😭😭💖😭😭
I love him sooo muchhhhh
Also…*crosses arms* don’t pretend you don’t do the same, Miley😂
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Authors are well known for putting their favorite through the most pain…I am no exception XD
@freedomwriter76
Tysm for tagging me! I never get tired of reading your scenes!
Riker!!! *I go off and start crying*
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@rae You are so welcome!!! <3 Aww, tysm, that means a lot💖💖
*cries with you; hands you a box of tissues*
@freedomwriter76
Also…*crosses arms* don’t pretend you don’t do the same, Miley😂
Okay… so maybe I do
BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT!! LEAVE POOR RIKER ALONE
XDXD
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😂😂😂
Listen, I promise that Isaiah will give him some good, caring, gentle care and Riker will get some tea and he’ll be okay. I promise.
Isaiah will take care of him as long as Riker needs him/will let him 🥰
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