"Nothing." He sighed. "Just...things used to be different."
Isabelle pursed her lips, simply studying him for a moment before looking back at the ceiling with a deep sigh. "You can say things to me, you know..."
"I don't..." Corban clenched his fists, frustrated at his own indecisiveness. "I don't really know how."
"Easy. Just talk." Isabelle glanced up at him with a soft smile. "Seriously, it's alright. It isn't like I'm anyone to judge, right?"
((I'm only on for this one post, I have to go do dishes again and then we're going to watch Star Trek.))
"I've never done that before." Corban said quietly, trying to remember the last time he "just talked."
[Lol Okeydokey ]
Isabelle sighed, carefully patting his shoulder in an almost sisterly fashion. "I suppose you don't have to. But... According to my family, if you can't trust someone enough to share eachother's thoughts, then you aren't truly friends."
((Star Trek has been delayed.))
Corban let out a huff of air. "Are you trying to guilt me?" His tone was teasing, but he still felt like his chest was filling with cement.
[xD I haven't watched Star Trek in so long... ]
"No, no!" Isabelle said quickly, shaking her head. "No, of course not. I'm just... I don't know. I hate seeing people sad if I think there's a way I can help. Which, I mean, maybe I can't help you, but... I at least want to try."
((Me and some of my siblings are going through the entire Original Series before the new movie (which looks AWESOME, btw) comes out.))
Corban closed his eyes, remembering everyone who had "helped" him in the past. He sighed, then squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to pretend he was alone, talking to himself, and not to someone else. Someone who might hate him as much as he hated himself.
"My dream...It was my mom." He started hesitantly. "She got sick. I was five when she was diagnosed. We couldn't pay for hospitals.
"At first, it didn't seem real. She was just a bit tired sometimes. It wasn't bad. Then when I was around nine, she got worse. Her boss fired her because she had so many bad days, and I started working harder for anyone who would hire me. Yardwork, walking dogs, cutting wood. Anything I could do to help." He trailed off, afraid that she'd hate him for the next part.
((I have to go clean stuff upstairs, bye again!))
[The entire series? o.o Oh wow lol. I've only seen like ten episodes and the movie that came out like a year or two ago... I thought the newest one looked pretty good too. I wanna see it so bad! ]
Isabelle simply nodded, listening but not wanting to scare him into stopping his story. Sometime in his talking, her hand had found his, and was now holding it gently; she wasn't sure when that had happened, but it had, and she didn't feel like letting go just yet. Not when his story had just begun.
((Yeah. XD I've seen every Star Trek movie, other than the new one, and a bunch of Next generation. Plus all of Season One and part of Season Two of the Original Series.))
"I...I started stealing after that." Corban continued, his voice quieter. "Food, clothes money. At first I was bad at it, and got caught a couple times. They let me go though, because of my age. They thought if they warned me I'd stop. I didn't. I just got worse.
"Then David Nolan found me. My mom was really bad...most days she just slept. She rarely ate, and never left the house. Sometimes she didn't even recognize me. I was desperate to save her, get her back. Nolan promised me that if I worked for him, earned his help, he'd save her.
"Of course," Corban said bitterly. "Being the niave, stupid child I was, I believed him. I started working for him. Half the time I was even living with him and his gang. I was working too hard to go home, but he told me that he was sending the best doctors to my house to help her.
"Because of my age, no one ever suspected me. I roamed the city, running errands. At first, it didn't seem like a bad job. I just delivered things and picked them up, sometimes delivered messages. But then he decided to...promote me. He gave me bigger, more important jobs. I started dealing his dru.gs. I got good at that, too. Just as I got better at stealing. People tried to cheat me a lot, but I saw through it. The gang started to respect me more, and for once I felt like I had friends. Nolan told me that my mother was improving, and I felt good. I was happy. So happy I forgot that what I was doing was wrong, most of the time."
He felt sometime wet and warm touch his cheekbone and swiped the tear away before it could fall. Opening his eyes, he realized for the first time that Isabelle was holding his hand. He searched her face for any sign of horror, disgust. The same emotions he knew were on his own face.
abelle had to admit, she was beyond confused. What on earth did 'deal drugs' mean? Like a doctor? Apparently not, because this was supposed to be bad... But steal, she understood. Corban was a thief. Of course; she already knew that, since he was trying to steal that treasure out of the cave. She squeezed his hand gently, trying to smile at him, though it was difficult; she had never seen a man cry before. "It's okay," she said quietly. "Keep going."
((GAH. I typed out the post TWICE now, but my computer decided that it was a good time to restart before I could post it or copy-paste it somewhere where it would save. >.< I'll get it reretyped in a sec.))
"I asked to go home for my tenth birthday," Corban continued. "But Nolan said my mom had developed a cough and I needed to work extra hard to help her. So I did.
"But on my mother's birthday, a month later, after a job I was only three miles from home. I figured that if I ran, I could stop in and say happy birthday and stay for a couple minutes, and still have time to work afterwards.
"When I got to the house it looked good. The windows were clean, the lawn was turning green again, and there were new pansies growing. It looked more like it used to, before Mom got sick.
"But when I knocked on the door, a man opened it, holding a girl around my age on his hip. I could hear two boys yelling inside as they played. He told me that he didn't know what had happened to the last owner, but he got the house really cheap. He needed a cheap house so he could pay the bills. That's when I noticed that the girl had no legs past her knees. I'd thought that it was odd a girl that big being carried..."
Corban realized he was trailing off and dragged himself back to the story. "Anyway, I walked back slowly, to give myself time to think about it. At first I didn't want to believe it, but by the time I got back, I couldn't hide from it anymore. My mom would never have moved without me. I don't think she would have moved at all; she loved that house. Nolan had lied. He hadn't saved my mom."
Corban took a deep breath, then let it out. "Thinking back, I don't know if anyone really could have saved her. But Nolan gave me hope, and I hate him for it."
[Ooh, I hate when that happens... ]
Isabelle felt her lips twitch slightly with a thousand held-back comments. How could someone do that? To a child, no less! That was horrible! But she didn't say anything along those lines; she figured the last thing Corban wanted was pity. Instead, she squeezed his hand very gently, keeping her eyes on the ceiling. "I'm not really sure what to say," she admitted quite bluntly. "But I truly am sorry. If you think about it, though, your mother is now in a much better place." She glanced at him apologetically. "I'm sorry - I'm horrid at the whole comforting thing..."
Corban shrugged, waiting for the tightness in his throat to lessen for a few minutes before speaking again. "'Don't apologize for something you had nothing to do with.'" He quoted with a ghost of a smile.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. "My mom always said that." He shrugged again. "I'm the one who has reason to be sorry. It may not be my fault she died, but it's my fault she died alone."
"What? No!" Isabelle shook her head before snuggling a little closer to him; he was really warm. "You can't say it's your fault for that, either. Corban, that man tricked you. You were only a child. How could you have known? It's this Nolan person that should apologise." She sighed, keeping her glare on his chest. It probably wouldn't help him any for her to look like she hated him or something.
"I was too desperate. I wasn't listening to anyone besides my heart and Nolan." Corban said flatly, his voice devoid of any emotion, besides maybe a tinge of bitterness. "It doesn't matter that I was just a kid. Being young doesn't mean you're stupid."