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Cleopatra::
There I sat, not of my choice exactly, not really of my will either, it just
seemed to be the only thing that kept me from going crazy, in those times. It
had been thirty-six years since Jason's death at the hands of the witches. I
hadn't aged much since then, yes I was sixteen, and yes I am only twenty now,
but why thirty-six years had passed, and why I am only twenty is another story
altogether, and it is unimportant to the story you asked for. Saying I had a
hard time would be an understatement. At that time, I hadn't spoken to anyone,
eaten, or slept in days; I would just sit there and stare at the wall, just
thinking my morbid and depressing thoughts, to which I have now grown accustomed.
Around that time of day my mother, God bless her, would come to my door and
try to get me to speak, with little luck. A knock at my door awoke me from my
depressing, suicidal revive.
"Cleopatra, please let me in, we need to talk. Please Cleopatra...."
Came my mother's soft voice from the hall. Deciding against my better judgment,
my better instinct I yielded, and unlocked the door. The light from the halls
of the small apartment, as the door opened, shown on me. My once well kept gray
military uniform, was tattered, torn and bloodied; and it barely covered me
any more. My hair, once a beautiful red-blonde (like it is know, may I add),
was dark, dingy, and covered my eyes. Over all I gave the impression of a, defeated
general or admiral, who was now to be executed for his crimes, and had no hope
of redemption. My mother, Alexis then walked in and spoke to me in, soft, loving
tones.
"Will you speak to me?" I of course said nothing. "Fine just
listen to me then, you need to get out of here Cleopatra it's not healthy to
be alone this long, it's been thirty-six years!" I looked up at my mother
then, from blood shot eyes. What was she trying to say? Was she still angry
at me that I chose anger instead of forgiveness? Was she trying to push me aside?
And if there was anything I hated in those days it was someone trying to brush
me aside. My father, Tryphaena, the Witches, and now my mother. As you can tell
I was livid.
"I will stay here as long as I damn well feel like it. So get the fuck
off my case, Alexis!" I yelled at her. She just pushed the now jaggedly
cut ends of her black hair out of her eyes.
"Please, come back to us, we all need you, Tya, myself, your son who cries
for you day and night" I snarled at her, at least I think I did.
"My husband is dead, gone from me forever, and all you care about is that
you need my help?" I then got up and walked to my mother. "You say
you love me and understand me, but your just a goddamn whore incapable of love
and understanding!" She struck me then, like I knew she would.
"Get out!!!!!!!!" she screamed at me. I nodded and gathered a few
things before I left the apartment.
Updated 4/10/02