Where Did it All Go Wrong?
Title: Where Did it All Go Wrong?
Author: angel_1013
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prison Break/Lincoln POV
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, only use and abuse them.
Genre: Angsty POV
Summary: Lincoln’s thoughts as he stares down the chair.
Author’s Note: Written for 60_minute_fics Trigger #3: One Phrase. I wrote this in about 30 minutes (because I suck and forgot the posting of the triggers), but Angsty!Lincoln with a little Oasis lyrics called to me and I couldn't resist.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was that night outside the parking garage. Waiting, hoping for Michael to save me. Again.
It could have been when I made the idiotic decision to borrow that money in the first place.
But I had to. I had to give Michael something better. Something more. He couldn’t end up like me. A street thug with way too much time on his hands and too many distractions.
He was going to be different. From the day I became the only person on this planet looking out for him, I told myself he would have it all.
And he was different. So much so, that he became the caretaker and I the one who needed care.
He hated me a little bit. But it was worth it. He had a good job, a good place to live. A good life.
Until he found out. Until he created this…plan. He’s trying to bail me out one last time, and the cost is the wonderful life I so desperately wanted for him. It’s a vicious circle and I can’t see the end.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was when I married Lisa. Part of me wanted that normal life she was offering me. A wife, a house, a kid.
But to get it I had to give up Veronica. She was on the fast track, anyway. Just like Michael. She was my first love, my last love. The bright spot in an otherwise wasted existence.
She’s smart. So much smarter than me. Being with me would have been an albatross around her neck.
Turns out I was the same thing to Lisa.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was when I started dealing again. I spent more and more time away from home. The domestic scene just wasn’t doing it for me.
In the beginning, I missed his first words. Then his first steps. Then it started to not matter what I missed.
They were better off without me. Lisa thought so, too, so she moved out and took LJ with her.
I can’t say I even know how to be a good father. But I’d like to try. I’d like the chance to make it up to him.
But it’s too late now. There are no second chances now. I’ve said my goodbyes and now I stand on the edge of my own hell.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was that night at the garage. But I’d be wrong.
This is where it all went wrong. This is that moment in time that lasts one second and one million seconds all at the same time.
Staring at my death, I can see now. The well-used chair in front of me will add one more life to it’s belt. It doesn’t matter if I’m innocent or guilty. It doesn’t care.
One more wasted life.
The End.
Author: angel_1013
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prison Break/Lincoln POV
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, only use and abuse them.
Genre: Angsty POV
Summary: Lincoln’s thoughts as he stares down the chair.
Author’s Note: Written for 60_minute_fics Trigger #3: One Phrase. I wrote this in about 30 minutes (because I suck and forgot the posting of the triggers), but Angsty!Lincoln with a little Oasis lyrics called to me and I couldn't resist.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was that night outside the parking garage. Waiting, hoping for Michael to save me. Again.
It could have been when I made the idiotic decision to borrow that money in the first place.
But I had to. I had to give Michael something better. Something more. He couldn’t end up like me. A street thug with way too much time on his hands and too many distractions.
He was going to be different. From the day I became the only person on this planet looking out for him, I told myself he would have it all.
And he was different. So much so, that he became the caretaker and I the one who needed care.
He hated me a little bit. But it was worth it. He had a good job, a good place to live. A good life.
Until he found out. Until he created this…plan. He’s trying to bail me out one last time, and the cost is the wonderful life I so desperately wanted for him. It’s a vicious circle and I can’t see the end.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was when I married Lisa. Part of me wanted that normal life she was offering me. A wife, a house, a kid.
But to get it I had to give up Veronica. She was on the fast track, anyway. Just like Michael. She was my first love, my last love. The bright spot in an otherwise wasted existence.
She’s smart. So much smarter than me. Being with me would have been an albatross around her neck.
Turns out I was the same thing to Lisa.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was when I started dealing again. I spent more and more time away from home. The domestic scene just wasn’t doing it for me.
In the beginning, I missed his first words. Then his first steps. Then it started to not matter what I missed.
They were better off without me. Lisa thought so, too, so she moved out and took LJ with her.
I can’t say I even know how to be a good father. But I’d like to try. I’d like the chance to make it up to him.
But it’s too late now. There are no second chances now. I’ve said my goodbyes and now I stand on the edge of my own hell.
Where did it all go wrong?
I could say it was that night at the garage. But I’d be wrong.
This is where it all went wrong. This is that moment in time that lasts one second and one million seconds all at the same time.
Staring at my death, I can see now. The well-used chair in front of me will add one more life to it’s belt. It doesn’t matter if I’m innocent or guilty. It doesn’t care.
One more wasted life.
The End.