Mama~life has just begun!
WHO: Berwald and Sindre
WHEN: October 3nd, Saturday, morning, around 10 am
WHERE: At Berwald's house (once again)
WHAT: When your life falls apart, who do you call to?
In hindsight, it's amazing how quickly a well maintained life can fall apart. Perhaps we're all truly just a few steps away from insanity. After all, there is some strain on each life. Stress at work, being jostled on the buss, your mother visiting just to critizise your lifestyle and eat the last of the knäckebröd your father sent...these things people learn to live with. They're just a part of normal life.
And then there is coffee. The thing you drink in the mornings to wake you up. And in the afternoon just to stay sharp the rest of the day...and maybe a cup or two or three between and after. It's a common beverage. Mildly addictive perhaps, but everyone is allowed a few small vices, right?
It's not something one would expect to be the thing to get between yourself and the people who are most important to you in the world.
Yet, Berwald thought numbly as he sat on the sofa, that was what had happened. It was dark, because he hadn't had the energy to open the curtains. Couldn't actually remember when he had last done that. There were a lot of things he hadn't had evergy to do...how could a house end up looking this messy in just a few days of not cleaning, Berwald wondered. Wasn't like he'd even really been doing anything besides wandering around. Like a jailer, in his own home...but since he was the one who'd turned his home into a prison he couldn't really complain, could he?
Berwald had just wanted to help Peter. His habits had never been the most healthy, not sleeping and eating enough and drinking too much coffee and energy drinks. It was like someone had fixed a spring on him, and wound it too tight...and sometimes Berwald wondered what would happen once that spring ran out of power...
He shook his head. His own thoughts were getting confused too. Not enough sleep in the last too days for him either. Couldn't exactly sleep when his son was screaming behind a door he'd locked. And even when he wasn't (and Berwald knew it was out off exhaustion only, or because he was doing something worse, and that almost made him prefer the screaming) he could still hear it, echoing across his mind.
And now he was gone. Again.
Third time now...that he had disappeared unannounced, anyway. First it had been to look for Raivis, and then because he'd been upset over that...missunderstanding between himself and Raivis. This time it was all Berwald's fault.
The first two times he'd come back eventually. Third time was the charm, wasn't it...or perhaps a curse, that seemed more approriate.
Berwald's jumbled thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, ringing shrilly and breaking them apart like a startled gaggle of children. He snapped up from his slough on the sofa and stood up. As he did, he almost tripped a shirt lying on the floor. It didn't help the sudden change of position had made his head spin. There was an odd hollow feeling in his stomach. When had he eaten last? Too long ago, but he hadn't been hungry...
Right, the door.
Absently, he tried to straighten his wrinkled shirt into something resembling normalcy as he walked over to the door. The morning light as he opened it seemed too bright, and Berwald had to squint against it.
"H'j" he mumbled to the figure outlined against the light.
WHEN: October 3nd, Saturday, morning, around 10 am
WHERE: At Berwald's house (once again)
WHAT: When your life falls apart, who do you call to?
In hindsight, it's amazing how quickly a well maintained life can fall apart. Perhaps we're all truly just a few steps away from insanity. After all, there is some strain on each life. Stress at work, being jostled on the buss, your mother visiting just to critizise your lifestyle and eat the last of the knäckebröd your father sent...these things people learn to live with. They're just a part of normal life.
And then there is coffee. The thing you drink in the mornings to wake you up. And in the afternoon just to stay sharp the rest of the day...and maybe a cup or two or three between and after. It's a common beverage. Mildly addictive perhaps, but everyone is allowed a few small vices, right?
It's not something one would expect to be the thing to get between yourself and the people who are most important to you in the world.
Yet, Berwald thought numbly as he sat on the sofa, that was what had happened. It was dark, because he hadn't had the energy to open the curtains. Couldn't actually remember when he had last done that. There were a lot of things he hadn't had evergy to do...how could a house end up looking this messy in just a few days of not cleaning, Berwald wondered. Wasn't like he'd even really been doing anything besides wandering around. Like a jailer, in his own home...but since he was the one who'd turned his home into a prison he couldn't really complain, could he?
Berwald had just wanted to help Peter. His habits had never been the most healthy, not sleeping and eating enough and drinking too much coffee and energy drinks. It was like someone had fixed a spring on him, and wound it too tight...and sometimes Berwald wondered what would happen once that spring ran out of power...
He shook his head. His own thoughts were getting confused too. Not enough sleep in the last too days for him either. Couldn't exactly sleep when his son was screaming behind a door he'd locked. And even when he wasn't (and Berwald knew it was out off exhaustion only, or because he was doing something worse, and that almost made him prefer the screaming) he could still hear it, echoing across his mind.
And now he was gone. Again.
Third time now...that he had disappeared unannounced, anyway. First it had been to look for Raivis, and then because he'd been upset over that...missunderstanding between himself and Raivis. This time it was all Berwald's fault.
The first two times he'd come back eventually. Third time was the charm, wasn't it...or perhaps a curse, that seemed more approriate.
Berwald's jumbled thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, ringing shrilly and breaking them apart like a startled gaggle of children. He snapped up from his slough on the sofa and stood up. As he did, he almost tripped a shirt lying on the floor. It didn't help the sudden change of position had made his head spin. There was an odd hollow feeling in his stomach. When had he eaten last? Too long ago, but he hadn't been hungry...
Right, the door.
Absently, he tried to straighten his wrinkled shirt into something resembling normalcy as he walked over to the door. The morning light as he opened it seemed too bright, and Berwald had to squint against it.
"H'j" he mumbled to the figure outlined against the light.