Drabbles: Five Firsts
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moose_mcmooseAnyway back to the matter in hand. Just a little something to keep myself from slipping back into a horrible block.
Title: Five Firsts
Rating: PG
Character: Just Wilson
Word Count: 5 drabbles. Overall word count is 730
Disclaimer: If I owned them I would have invested in some new clothes and a sorely needed haircut. But I haven't. Take from that what you will
Summary: Just five drabbles containing five firsts in Wilson's life. Starts at age 7 up to age 23. Love - 150 words. Death - 155 words. Brother - 169 words. Marriage - 115 words. Loss - 141 words.
Love (150 words)
James Wilson was 7 years old when he had his first girlfriend
She was the new girl in class. For five weeks they wandered the playground, holding hands and hugging under the metal slide. She would tie her hair up in pigtails before leaving class and he would comb his hair, both desperate to look good as possible. He liked her eyes. They were blue and glassy like giant marbles. She liked his smile and how his cheeks dimpled when he did so.
But after five weeks she stopped holding his hand. She stopped smiling at him and putting her hair up in pigtails. Those glassy eyes that had once sparkled at him had become dull and lifeless. James didn't understand why until he saw her run up to another boy and grasp his hand instead, her hair thrust up in a ponytail.
He didn't know why but his chest hurt so he sat on a bench and bunched some gravel in his hands.
Death (155 words)
James Wilson was 14 years old when he saw his first dead body
His mother was screaming his father's name profusely, while his older brother bashed 911 into the phone hanging on the wall. James had just frozen at the sight of his father lying on the kitchen floor. He couldn't even move to cover the eyes of his little brother who stood next to him mirroring his stance, mouth agape. His mother grabbed his father's shoulders and began shaking, urging him to open his eyes. His father's head merely lolled to one side, eyes firmly closed. That's when his mother started sobbing, clenching his father's shirt into her fists and rocking back and forward.
His mother lifted her head, tears dripping off the bottom of her chin, and told him to take Danny away. James didn't dare argue so he pulled a shell shocked Danny into the living room. He wish he hadn't looked back and to see his mother weeping on the lifeless body of his father.
Brother (169 words)
James Wilson was 17 years old when he first realised something was very wrong with his little brother
Danny had taped up his windows. He'd even taped up the lock on the windows. James tells Danny that mom is going to kill him, that the paint on the windows will leave a mess when the tape comes off. Danny shakes his head vigorously. James sits on the end of his little brother's bed and asks why he did it. Danny spouts some nonsense about some men who had followed them home from school. James knows this is nonsense because he had picked Danny up from school and he knows nobody followed them back. When Danny is finished James doesn't know where to look. His brother doesn't look like his brother any more. Danny's refusal to allow his hair to be cut meant his hair was longer than it should be. Danny's refusal to wear new clothes meant he looked scruffier than he should have done. James' mother said Danny was just being a teenager; she said thirteen was a difficult age for boys, but James wasn't so sure.
Marriage (115 words)
James Wilson was 19 years old when he made the first of many big mistakes in his life
She was intelligent and pretty, there was no doubt about that, but James couldn't help but feel a sense of nothingness as he watched his wife-to-be float elegantly towards him. The rabbi gave him a friendly smile which he reciprocated out of politeness but he couldn't help but feel utterly glum on the inside.
Why was he even marrying her? He began listing all her good qualities in his mind in order to shudder his mind from beneath the maudlin blanket he'd created. But it wasn't working. So he stood there, muttering all the right things, smiling at all the right times, binding himself for life to a woman he isn't sure that he loves.
Loss (141 words)
James Wilson was 23 years old when he was first torn apart by the death of a patient.
Alex had been a great guy. James had been assigned his case while on his rotation. A thirty-one year old father of one with pancreatic cancer. He knew Alex was going to die, everyone knows how shoddy the survival rates were for pancreatic cancer, but that didn't stop him getting close to the guy. Alex taught him how to play poker, what all the hands actually meant, when to go all in and when to fold, the subtle art of bluffing.
James doesn't remember much about the night Alex died. Most of it was spent in a drunken haze, downing glass upon glass of a brown liquid he didn't even know the name of. He'd only gone home because the barman had refused to serve him any more.
James hoped that this wasn't a feeling he would have to relive again.
