<center>PD's Pieces from the Past
Pirates of the Caribbean OC Histories
UPDATED || October 19, 2010
Rating:
PG-13 (for sequences of action/adventure, violence, frightening images, and mild language)
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D e m a r i o n Y o u n g
Spring 1713 || Boston, Massachusetts Bay Colony.
Breathe-Taylor Swift
It’s the kinda ending you don’t really wanna see
Cause it’s tragedy and it’ll only bring you down
Now I don’t know what to be without you around
And we know it’s never simple, never easy
Never a clean break, no one here to save me
……
I can’t breathe without you, but I have to
H e n r y S u m m e r s
Summer 1707 || A country estate outside of London, England
The Only Exception-Paramore
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist
...
Maybe I know, somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone</center>
Okie dokie so if you want info about these stories visit the official thread in the RP Help and Ideas section.
Essentially, these are going to be little snippets of different moments in my Ocs’ lives pre-PotC RPs. Oh also I will try to begin each post with a song... sorta to set the mood, I guess.
I dunno, I tend to relate a lot of songs to OCs and suchwhat so yes.
without further adieu the short story today is focused on...
da da da daaaa!
Demarion Young<center>
BreatheIt’s the kinda ending you don’t really wanna see
Cause it’s tragedy and it’ll only bring you down
Now I don’t know what to be without you around
And we know it’s never simple, never easy
Never a clean break, no one here to save me
……
I can’t breathe without you, but I have to</center>
1713: Boston, Massachusetts Bay Colony. Idle fingers drummed against a whitewashed windowsill. With expressionless eyes Dem watched what was going on outside. The day was obviously warm, bright and beautiful out there. Even though the streets below were muddied from a steady, two-day rain, that only made everything glisten and glow all the more. However, he felt detached from the world. He was alone (or might as well be) in this room on the second story of his father’s home. It had been days since he had ventured out into the real world. It had been days since he had joined in with the lively conversations he heard down below in the living areas of the home. He had remained in this room ever since it had happened… ever since she had taken ill. Sometimes he felt like a bird caged and locked away from the rest of the world, unable to escape its fate. He felt caught in the never-ending cycle of loving and losing. All whom he loved left him. He couldn’t get out. He couldn't save them.
The room was stale. He felt stale.
He let his gray-blue eyes lazily wander out to the harbor. Out there right now his father was working, trying hard to preserve their family name, trying hard not to lose everything they had. They had once been a prominent name in Boston now… now nothing. And not anything was going to save them. It was done. Gone. It had been ever since mother and his brothers and sisters had died. The light in the Young home had flickered out much like the candle beside Allison’s sickbed.
“Dem?” A weak voice distracted him away from his own thoughts.
The amber brown head shot up and Dem hurriedly pulled the drapes back, shading the hard sun from her eyes.
“No, it’s beautiful…” her voice was faint--almost just a wisp of smoke that could vaporize at any given moment.
He slightly parted them again before going over to where she lay in the old four-poster bed. He laced her cold, clammy fingers in with his own, resting his spare hand on her forehead. Fever was still spreading rampantly through her body. He pushed a brunette curl away from her damp face, feeling helpless and lost. She meagerly smiled at him, her eyes, however, didn’t hold he luster they once had.
“What do you need?” his voice failed him, “I can go fetch the doctor.” he was eager to do anything. He just prayed that she wouldn’t be snatched from him. Hadn’t enough been torn from him? Did he really deserve to lose another thing he loved?
“No, my dear,” she shook her head, “I couldn’t stand seeing those… those leeches on my skin again.” she faintly shuddered. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the person in front of her. Her years had been few. She was only eighteen. She had lost most of her family. Her father, a drunk, was all who remained. Dem
was her family. Dem and his sister, Piper, had always been there for her… even when she had brought in strife to the family. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, coughing violently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
It broke Dem up inside seeing her like that. “No, no,” he repeated over and over, offering her a handkerchief. “you’ve nothing to be sorry for.” he stroked her cheek, wanting desperately to push her tears away.
“I ruined your life,” she sobbed.
Dem’s throat felt as though it had swollen shut and he could only manage to shake his head. Sitting down on the side of the bed beside her, he squeezed her hand tightly and smiled down on her. “What’s all this for anyway?” he finally manage to ask, changing the conversation.
“I’m not going to be here forever,” her hazel eyes strayed away from him as she spoke. It was as if the truth was too much to admit to him to his face… especially when she knew he would try to fool both himself and her into believing it wasn’t so. “No,” she stopped him, squeezing his hand as tightly as she could, “don’t. Don’t, Dem.” her lip trembled and she redirected her eyes back to his. “Demarion, promise me…” she trailed off.
It didn’t escape his notice that she had used his full name. In their family no one ever called him Demarion except, of course, if he was in trouble or… or if they had something serious to say. “No,” he blurted, feeling his eyes welling up and trying to suppress them. This only made his throat and stomach constrict all the more.
Allison stared at him hard and long before finally continuing. “No, Demarion, you must listen to me,” she stopped again as though it was truly difficult to think of what to say next. Her eyes roved around the room and finally rested on the crack of light coming in through the window. “when I’m gone. Remember me… but… but… move on. Don’t hate Everett forever.”
“What?” He stared at her, aghast and mystified.
She only stared at him again for a painfully long time. “He never liked me… and he was probably right about me… and…” she trailed off, causing a painful silence for Dem. “Don’t hate your brother for wanting the best for you.”
“He never cared for me, Lissie, only for himself and our name…” Dem’s jaw tightened.
Lissie only shook her head. She opened her mouth as if to reveal some unknown secret… but nothing came out. Instead she closed it and her eyes.
He was quiet and looked down at his buckled shoes. He felt Lissie squeeze his hand and then… nothing. His eyes shot up. She looked as though perhaps she was still living, however, painfully soon he realized she wasn’t. He sat in stunned disbelief for a minute… and another minute. And another.
Finally he reached down and ran a hand over the tousled, wet brunette locks. “Lissie?” he whispered. Agonizing grief swept over him. A piece of him had been torn out, thrown out the window and now felt as though it was floating away out to sea. He pulled her still form into him and violently sobbed. His body was racked with grief. He felt like he was falling deeper and deeper into a black pit and there was no one, no one whatsoever who cared or would try to pull him out...
* * * *
Time passed like a dream. A black, desolate dream.
The last thing he had ever said to Lissie wasn’t “I love you” or anything of the sort… they were arguing about Everett. That was the last thing. But, then again, at the moment, he didn’t have enough energy to even care. Clothed in the darkest black, he went through the motions. That was all.
That was just brilliant, PD. =D I can’t describe how moving it was reading it! Honestly, it v.much tugged at my heartstrings. Really excellent job. ^_^ *nods* It really felt like I was right there with Demarion, watching everything unfold! I feel like I know this particular OC better now. I can’t wait to see which OC you choose next!
