Post by Ryuzaki on Dec 21, 2014 14:10:58 GMT -5
Author's notes: ~ Demmy is a character I'm using for IMH2, and you probably don't know who he is... And this is perfectly canon.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that Demmy was the most prodigal and intelligent among his family members, and after his youngest brother and his father left them, he was the one who sustained the remaining members. After his family broke into pieces liked a shattered glass (the final blow dealt due to his leaving) Demmy didn't have a very pleasant life, and made many stupid decisions, ended up regretting most. However, the most horrible one was to leave his family in the first place, and he regretted it throughout his life, but it was incomparable to the memory of the day he came back to his house.
Demmy stared blankly at the burnt-down mansion, face twisted by shock. His heart raced along with his swiftly moving feet as he ran inside the blackened house, panting as he desperately surveyed the distorted contents of the house where he lived just a couple of years ago. The first person he thought of was Mother. He ran upstairs to reach room where his mother stayed. As the young mid-teenager's eyes met that of the room where Mother stayed, his heart sank. The door was not there, undoubtedly swallowed by the fiend-fire, and inside, he could see only scattered ashes, with no trace of any animate or inanimate object that occupied the spaces of the room before. "If I hadn't left, I could easily had prevented this," he said to the air, still polluted by the smell of smoke and burnt dust. It was true; Demmy could easily have saved his house and family. His Blastoise could easily have extinguished any flame of any sort, and this fact was proven to be true at a number of occasions.
"If I only would have stayed instead of being so selfish..." It was then, he remembered his brother Altair. However, he couldn't bear to see his brother's room. Demmy remembered all the nasty pranks he played on Al, all the foul accusations and humiliation Al had been subject to, just because of him... Only if he could just say sorry to him once, he wouldn't feel as bad as he did. The simple 'if-only' was enough to consume Demmy's heart; and as he inhaled the burnt air, he felt like sniffing the burning corpses of his brother and mother. Demmy's legs gave away as he sank to the dust-covered floor, and tears of remorse burnt his eyes, which gradually escaped his eyes. His heart was truly aching as he cried loudly, and he didn't feel any sort of shame in doing so.
Demmy's red coat was covered in dust, his cheeks flooded by tears, his heart pierced by spears of agony. The yellow-black striped cap fell to the ground as he stood up, brushing the wetness off his eyes. He had been crying for over ten minutes, and finally, he began to accept his foolishness, his selfishness, his ultimate loss. However, he couldn't get rid of the 'if-only', the feeling of regret. The black-haired young man picked up his cap and adjusted it on his head before leaving this haunting memory forever; not even glancing back once, fearing his weaken mind, afraid of the possibility of his starting to weep again. Demmy knew he would not be not entirely successful in doing so; and he was correct, as these memories come back to haunt him when he is afraid, and even more vividly, in his dreams.
3A. Write about your character's biggest regret from before he or she met the other Communicators.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that Demmy was the most prodigal and intelligent among his family members, and after his youngest brother and his father left them, he was the one who sustained the remaining members. After his family broke into pieces liked a shattered glass (the final blow dealt due to his leaving) Demmy didn't have a very pleasant life, and made many stupid decisions, ended up regretting most. However, the most horrible one was to leave his family in the first place, and he regretted it throughout his life, but it was incomparable to the memory of the day he came back to his house.
Demmy stared blankly at the burnt-down mansion, face twisted by shock. His heart raced along with his swiftly moving feet as he ran inside the blackened house, panting as he desperately surveyed the distorted contents of the house where he lived just a couple of years ago. The first person he thought of was Mother. He ran upstairs to reach room where his mother stayed. As the young mid-teenager's eyes met that of the room where Mother stayed, his heart sank. The door was not there, undoubtedly swallowed by the fiend-fire, and inside, he could see only scattered ashes, with no trace of any animate or inanimate object that occupied the spaces of the room before. "If I hadn't left, I could easily had prevented this," he said to the air, still polluted by the smell of smoke and burnt dust. It was true; Demmy could easily have saved his house and family. His Blastoise could easily have extinguished any flame of any sort, and this fact was proven to be true at a number of occasions.
"If I only would have stayed instead of being so selfish..." It was then, he remembered his brother Altair. However, he couldn't bear to see his brother's room. Demmy remembered all the nasty pranks he played on Al, all the foul accusations and humiliation Al had been subject to, just because of him... Only if he could just say sorry to him once, he wouldn't feel as bad as he did. The simple 'if-only' was enough to consume Demmy's heart; and as he inhaled the burnt air, he felt like sniffing the burning corpses of his brother and mother. Demmy's legs gave away as he sank to the dust-covered floor, and tears of remorse burnt his eyes, which gradually escaped his eyes. His heart was truly aching as he cried loudly, and he didn't feel any sort of shame in doing so.
Demmy's red coat was covered in dust, his cheeks flooded by tears, his heart pierced by spears of agony. The yellow-black striped cap fell to the ground as he stood up, brushing the wetness off his eyes. He had been crying for over ten minutes, and finally, he began to accept his foolishness, his selfishness, his ultimate loss. However, he couldn't get rid of the 'if-only', the feeling of regret. The black-haired young man picked up his cap and adjusted it on his head before leaving this haunting memory forever; not even glancing back once, fearing his weaken mind, afraid of the possibility of his starting to weep again. Demmy knew he would not be not entirely successful in doing so; and he was correct, as these memories come back to haunt him when he is afraid, and even more vividly, in his dreams.
