[EM] 18 - Selfishness
Oct. 16th, 2006 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
idontreallysparIt was selfish and stupid...but it was something he had to do.
Anthony dragged the phone towards himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves before picking up the receiver and dialing the number slowly, methodically...giving himself a chance to back out, to wise up and do the smart thing instead of fucking up the way he was about to.
It rang four times...he could hear the exchange in his head as each ring sounded off in his ear...the voices were clear as day in his head.
“Gracie! Phone!”
“I’m busy, honey!”
“Well so am I”
In the middle of the fifth ring, it picked up.
“Hello?”
Anthony’s eyes fell shut as his throat closed off, rendering him incapable of replying to her, even if he had been able to speak to tell her it was him and that he was alive. Even his own body was trying to hold him back...keep him in check, and keep his family safe.
“Hello? Who is this?”
She sounded tired...tired and in *pain.* The thin, weary little quaver in her voice, giving no weight to her seemingly annoyed words...that sound was all his fault.
“*Hello?*”
Anthony shut his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face, clinging to the sound of his mother’s heavy breath in the receiver, hating himself for ever getting on her case about the sound being annoying. It was such a comfort to hear...it was all he needed.
It ended with a click as the other end of the line went dead.
For a moment Anthony could only sit there, phone still pressed to his ear as the dial tone droned on, then started its staccato buzzing in his ear, prompting him finally to place the receiver back on the hook.
He was never going to see her again. Not her, or Dad, or Christine.
Anthony Venomecci really was dead.
Shoving away the phone, he reached for a document sitting on the desk...a form addressed to a man that wouldn’t exist until he signed it. Some release, or affidavit...they were all running together at this point, but this would be the first he’d sign with his new name.
Reaching over for a pen, he uncapped it and hesitated for only a moment before signing it with the name THOMAS GRACE.
And just like that...his life was over.
Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 407
Anthony dragged the phone towards himself, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves before picking up the receiver and dialing the number slowly, methodically...giving himself a chance to back out, to wise up and do the smart thing instead of fucking up the way he was about to.
It rang four times...he could hear the exchange in his head as each ring sounded off in his ear...the voices were clear as day in his head.
“Gracie! Phone!”
“I’m busy, honey!”
“Well so am I”
In the middle of the fifth ring, it picked up.
“Hello?”
Anthony’s eyes fell shut as his throat closed off, rendering him incapable of replying to her, even if he had been able to speak to tell her it was him and that he was alive. Even his own body was trying to hold him back...keep him in check, and keep his family safe.
“Hello? Who is this?”
She sounded tired...tired and in *pain.* The thin, weary little quaver in her voice, giving no weight to her seemingly annoyed words...that sound was all his fault.
“*Hello?*”
Anthony shut his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face, clinging to the sound of his mother’s heavy breath in the receiver, hating himself for ever getting on her case about the sound being annoying. It was such a comfort to hear...it was all he needed.
It ended with a click as the other end of the line went dead.
For a moment Anthony could only sit there, phone still pressed to his ear as the dial tone droned on, then started its staccato buzzing in his ear, prompting him finally to place the receiver back on the hook.
He was never going to see her again. Not her, or Dad, or Christine.
Anthony Venomecci really was dead.
Shoving away the phone, he reached for a document sitting on the desk...a form addressed to a man that wouldn’t exist until he signed it. Some release, or affidavit...they were all running together at this point, but this would be the first he’d sign with his new name.
Reaching over for a pen, he uncapped it and hesitated for only a moment before signing it with the name THOMAS GRACE.
And just like that...his life was over.
Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 407
