Post by davionfredrick on Jun 17, 2010 17:07:38 GMT 10
The arcade wouldn't seem the likely choice for the Mess of Me photographer. However, the atmosphere wasn't filled with drama and crazy living like the tour buses at night. Partying wasn't really Davion's thing. For this 19 year old, the smoking, drinking, and dry humping or as people call it 'dancing', was insane. It was possible that train of thought came from his father's line of work. So many rules were just accepted and driven into his head that Davion wouldn't question them. From all that has happened, he almost felt like if he broke any of his father's promises and life regulations, he'd let him down. Oh man, that would be the last thing he wanted.
The past, as much as Davion hated to admit it, presented itself in the present too often. Sitting on a bench in the corner of the arcade building only brought back old memories. When he was 9 years old, this was one of the many places with good and happy recollections of his dad. Shooting games were of course Davion's favorite type of arcade game. There was one particular moment that kept reappearing. It was a day during the summer, that Julian, his father, had off and decided to take him to play games. Game overs shown more that day than ever before. Upset and frustrated over his repeated failure, Julian only laughed and told him that he'd done a good job. Thinking the complete opposite about himself, Davion only complained about how he'd always miss that shot or that level. Instead, Julian convinced his son to try one more time at the game, but this time he stood behind him and helped him. Shot after shot, the score increased and the levels passed by easier. Light hearted and a smile on his face, Davion was happier about his father helping him pass the levels than winning the game.
Seeing all the kids running around laughing was making this so much harder. All because of that girl, Heather. His life wouldn't have been the way it was. Julian wouldn't be in jail right now because of her. Davion closed his eyes and hung his head. No. That wasn't true. Davion knew it was his own fault for his dad's current residence. Everything had played out so wrong in his life. Now all he wanted to do was blame someone else for his problems. Yet, even as rude and absolutely vicious that woman was to Davion, it didn't mean that it should cost her a life. Davion crossed his arms and leaned his head against the wall behind him. There was going to be a day when he was going to find that evidence to get his father out of prison. It was his responsibility to stand for his own actions, even if it meant that he'd have a life in prison himself. The guilt of what he'd done was a constant weight, dragging him down with each step and each breathe he took. Eyes snapping open, Davion heard irregular footsteps in the mix of small pattering feet.
TAG - Open?
WORDS - Don't feel like couting?
NOTES - First post for Davion!?
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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