Wanting Her (1. Code of Silence)

9. A Knock off "Midsummer night's dream"

"Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

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"And if I understand correctly, you're half Irish?" She concludes.

"Yeah I guess so, my oul dear was American but my father was Irish." I confirm with a hint of a smile on my face remnering my mother and my past. But as I look further my smile begins to fade. Remembering the past was not something I want to do.

"Was?"

Fuck.

It's her job I get it but holy shit, can't somethings remain unanalyzed. Just once.

"Was, as in no longer part of my life." I point out. I have no malice or irate expression on my face nor do my words carry such form. She doesn't need to see me for me, just yet.

"Oh okay, can we talk about that for a moment?" She asks, she probably notices my reluctance to her prodding, "I would like to get to know your background more, you seem ver- I mean you are very mysterious. Perhaps your background is just what I need to get a little closer to you or your story. Even if it's just a little snippet."

"No I get it, maybe it's the parents that caused such a person." I shrug and lean back into my arm chair. Very relaxed I watch her face turn into a frown before processing my words.  She puts her fluffy pink men into her notepad.

"Why that could be, studies do show that an upbringing can effect a person life. Cause and effect you know." She states very... very bluntly. I'm taken back for a second.

"Okay then", Ask away I internly whisper.

"Your father, what's his name?" She asks casually. Probably building up to the serious, heart wrenching questions that her whole studying life was about... did he touch you? Ha, I wouldn't be surprised if she lead the question there. If any sort of thing like that happened to me, you best believe I would be right their while he slept oeaciky with a baseball bat in my hand. I wouldn't care if mother dearest was sound right next to him.

"Declan." I sayouloud, my mind thinks back to Declan. What a man he was. Not in a appreciative or bad way but just what kind of man he was. That, that was my father for the first fifteen years of my life.

"Your mothers?"

Oh yes, oul dear. She was something too. I've heard stories when they were both young. How they met. Qiuet a story really. Two worlds apart. Heart wrenching. Now that I'm thinking back, most of it was probably muck and made up.

"Daisy."

"Oh that's a sweet name." She smiles.

Maybe to you.

"So if this the part where you ask if any of them proceeded to abuse me, physically or mentally?" I mock.

"I wasn't planning to go there but if you feel like we can certainly make a detour there and get right into it. But knowing you so far, you'll probably go through an entire forest that heat around the bush."

Balls.

"Can you tell me a story or memory that you remember about your parents?" She starts again.