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[Oct 3] [Original] Neverending
Title: Neverending
Day/Theme: 3. Forever
Series:Original
Character/Pairing: The Biker
Rating: PG
Time hadn’t meant much to him before. He had assumed he’d die young. He had thought the past was left behind him. Forever was just a stretch of road. There was no way he’d live to see the end of it. There might not even be an end at all. Time was just the wind whipping by on the back of a Harley, blowing the past away like the dead leaves and discarded trash it was. Those were the things discussed around greasy fires over joints and bottles back when he had run with a pack.
The Harley had disintegrated in the crash. So had his spine. So had the whole world.
Time weighed on him like a wet wool coat now. There was no road to escape on, no wind to blow anything away from him. It all piled up around him now, memories, fears, and despised, reluctant hopes. There was no pack to hide in or borrow comfort from. Forever was still burning down the road, but he wasn’t able to ride it anymore. He was stuck in this chair, in this room, in this house, in the middle of nowhere, while forever passed him by.
He should’ve died. Everyone agreed to that much. The driver of the truck that had hit him had died. The truck had been totaled. There hadn’t been enough left of his bike to even recognize it for what it had been. Everyone who looked at his x-rays had said how lucky he was. Yes, he was paralyzed from the waist down. Yes, he would never walk, or stand, or ride, or drive, or look someone in the eye again. But he was alive, and as far as anyone could tell, that was a miracle.
“Somebody up there was watching out for you,” a perky doctor had told him. That didn’t mean much to him either. Somebody out there watched soap operas too, but it didn’t mean they cared about the characters beyond entertainment value.
He had assumed he would die young. Now, the forever that had stretched out to the horizon was a 20x12 room in a Podunk boarding house. Who knew how long he’d be stuck here like this. Who knew what was watching over him now.
Day/Theme: 3. Forever
Series:Original
Character/Pairing: The Biker
Rating: PG
Time hadn’t meant much to him before. He had assumed he’d die young. He had thought the past was left behind him. Forever was just a stretch of road. There was no way he’d live to see the end of it. There might not even be an end at all. Time was just the wind whipping by on the back of a Harley, blowing the past away like the dead leaves and discarded trash it was. Those were the things discussed around greasy fires over joints and bottles back when he had run with a pack.
The Harley had disintegrated in the crash. So had his spine. So had the whole world.
Time weighed on him like a wet wool coat now. There was no road to escape on, no wind to blow anything away from him. It all piled up around him now, memories, fears, and despised, reluctant hopes. There was no pack to hide in or borrow comfort from. Forever was still burning down the road, but he wasn’t able to ride it anymore. He was stuck in this chair, in this room, in this house, in the middle of nowhere, while forever passed him by.
He should’ve died. Everyone agreed to that much. The driver of the truck that had hit him had died. The truck had been totaled. There hadn’t been enough left of his bike to even recognize it for what it had been. Everyone who looked at his x-rays had said how lucky he was. Yes, he was paralyzed from the waist down. Yes, he would never walk, or stand, or ride, or drive, or look someone in the eye again. But he was alive, and as far as anyone could tell, that was a miracle.
“Somebody up there was watching out for you,” a perky doctor had told him. That didn’t mean much to him either. Somebody out there watched soap operas too, but it didn’t mean they cared about the characters beyond entertainment value.
He had assumed he would die young. Now, the forever that had stretched out to the horizon was a 20x12 room in a Podunk boarding house. Who knew how long he’d be stuck here like this. Who knew what was watching over him now.