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Jun. 27th, 2007 09:19 pmHe feels like he's going insane.
Not that he remembers how it feels to break. For the moment, it's as painful and frightening as it ever was the first time. His mind empty, hour after hour thinking about nothing.
In desperation he looks around his room again. There must be something, some link to his existance that he can use to help himself remember. He looks under the bed, expecting at very least to find some nude magasines. But no, only a half bottle of whiskey. With dust on it.
He dusts it off, opens it, takes a swig then puts it aside in case he still feels insane later.
Bedside table. Model rabbit. He picks it up and looks at it.
"Netherland dwarf." he says quietly to himself. Then the ghost of a smile, because he remembered something, and he puts it down. He opens the drawer and picks up an official looking document. A family tree to be precise. No, not blood family, it can't be because everyone there has different surnames. Adopted family? He looks at the piece of tracing paper that falls out, the names he's added but didn't want to spoil the original. Carefully, he lines it up with the tree underneath to match the only name that appears on both.
"Dr Gurpreet Sandhu." he says quietly to himself. "Atton Rand is my brother."
And it fits, it makes sense. He sits back quietly and looks at the tree. Five sisters, older ones called Sara, Amanda, Aeryn, younger ones Molly and Steph. One brother, Atton. Another one in pencil, Sam, no line yet. Maybe this one is a potential brother.
He puts it away carefully, then puts the bottle back too. He picks up his CD player and heads downstairs.
Not that he remembers how it feels to break. For the moment, it's as painful and frightening as it ever was the first time. His mind empty, hour after hour thinking about nothing.
In desperation he looks around his room again. There must be something, some link to his existance that he can use to help himself remember. He looks under the bed, expecting at very least to find some nude magasines. But no, only a half bottle of whiskey. With dust on it.
He dusts it off, opens it, takes a swig then puts it aside in case he still feels insane later.
Bedside table. Model rabbit. He picks it up and looks at it.
"Netherland dwarf." he says quietly to himself. Then the ghost of a smile, because he remembered something, and he puts it down. He opens the drawer and picks up an official looking document. A family tree to be precise. No, not blood family, it can't be because everyone there has different surnames. Adopted family? He looks at the piece of tracing paper that falls out, the names he's added but didn't want to spoil the original. Carefully, he lines it up with the tree underneath to match the only name that appears on both.
"Dr Gurpreet Sandhu." he says quietly to himself. "Atton Rand is my brother."
And it fits, it makes sense. He sits back quietly and looks at the tree. Five sisters, older ones called Sara, Amanda, Aeryn, younger ones Molly and Steph. One brother, Atton. Another one in pencil, Sam, no line yet. Maybe this one is a potential brother.
He puts it away carefully, then puts the bottle back too. He picks up his CD player and heads downstairs.
