Theatrical Muse 356 "Have you ever been persecuted?"
Who was it that asked me that question the first time? I think it was a counsellor. It was face to face, though, and I can’t quite imagine the one I sometimes write to now doing that. I haven’t talked to him face to face since Harry and I were splitting up, and it doesn’t seem like a marriage guidance kind of question, somehow.
Harry didn’t persecute me, she just kept on … pushing at me. She wanted me to accept my demon heritage and join things. They used to have all these organisations. She kept on finding out about them and telling me I ought to join this or that and I didn’t.
I’d known what my future was going to be; I’d planned it. I was going to end up as a headmaster, and we were going to have two children, sooner or later, and - I suppose I acted as though I wouldn’t accept anything else. She kept on finding out all this stuff that I could do and I … just didn’t.
It wasn’t her who once kept on asking me that question, though. It was a woman’s voice, but not Harry. I think it was when I was a student, some kind of test thing.
She said, “Have you ever been persecuted?” and I said, “Sure, I’m Irish,” and I told her all about the potato famine and people starving and being turned off their land, but she just asked again, “Have you ever been persecuted?”
So I told her about my mother telling me that my father’s grandfather was shot at by the Black and Tans (and when was this questioning session? I wouldn’t tell someone that now. I don’t quite believe that, now.) Then she said it again, “Have you ever been persecuted?” and none of that was me, not me myself.
I remembered some woman being rude to me after the IRA blew up that Grand Hotel place in Brighton, with all the MPs. (The truth was, I felt sick about that myself, but worse about the school bus. You expect demons to kill people but when that happened it was like it left me nowhere to go. In my mind, I mean.)
Now I think about it, I can’t have been a student then, because she kept on asking, “Have you ever been persecuted?” and I talked about how people feel about demons. I mean, even I can’t stand them. Some of them scare me. Some of them would scare anybody. Shooting them can be comforting a public service.
I just remember the voice asking me, but I can’t remember a face. If I talked about demons I was over 21, but if I told her what my mother said about my father then I probably wasn’t. It wasn’t Harry, she - but I wrote about that. Some people got nasty about me being illegitimate. I thought they were lying, back then, but - look, there’s no point in me answering this. It goes in circles and I don’t like it I’m too busy today.
Muse; Doyle,
Fandom, Angel the Series.
Words, 500
Harry didn’t persecute me, she just kept on … pushing at me. She wanted me to accept my demon heritage and join things. They used to have all these organisations. She kept on finding out about them and telling me I ought to join this or that and I didn’t.
I’d known what my future was going to be; I’d planned it. I was going to end up as a headmaster, and we were going to have two children, sooner or later, and - I suppose I acted as though I wouldn’t accept anything else. She kept on finding out all this stuff that I could do and I … just didn’t.
It wasn’t her who once kept on asking me that question, though. It was a woman’s voice, but not Harry. I think it was when I was a student, some kind of test thing.
She said, “Have you ever been persecuted?” and I said, “Sure, I’m Irish,” and I told her all about the potato famine and people starving and being turned off their land, but she just asked again, “Have you ever been persecuted?”
So I told her about my mother telling me that my father’s grandfather was shot at by the Black and Tans (and when was this questioning session? I wouldn’t tell someone that now. I don’t quite believe that, now.) Then she said it again, “Have you ever been persecuted?” and none of that was me, not me myself.
I remembered some woman being rude to me after the IRA blew up that Grand Hotel place in Brighton, with all the MPs. (The truth was, I felt sick about that myself, but worse about the school bus. You expect demons to kill people but when that happened it was like it left me nowhere to go. In my mind, I mean.)
Now I think about it, I can’t have been a student then, because she kept on asking, “Have you ever been persecuted?” and I talked about how people feel about demons. I mean, even I can’t stand them. Some of them scare me. Some of them would scare anybody. Shooting them can be comforting a public service.
I just remember the voice asking me, but I can’t remember a face. If I talked about demons I was over 21, but if I told her what my mother said about my father then I probably wasn’t. It wasn’t Harry, she - but I wrote about that. Some people got nasty about me being illegitimate. I thought they were lying, back then, but - look, there’s no point in me answering this. It goes in circles and I don’t like it I’m too busy today.
Muse; Doyle,
Fandom, Angel the Series.
Words, 500