B/Jish supershort -- bashing, pov of the baseball bat

[wouldbedorothy]

Okay this is kind of weird, lol.  I wrote this just now and I'm not sure where to put it besides here.  I meant it to be a 100 word drabble... That wasn't enough, but I still wanted a limit, so I made it 200 words.  Think of the bat if it had been Chris's for years, as opposed to something he got just for purposes of attacking Justin.  Yeah, so... point-of-view of the bat, lol.  (Changes tense in the middle, but I think I like it that way.)

Decided to call it...

Weapon
by AHS


He was a good boy once. When he was younger. Still innocent. A child who just wanted to play.

But he was taught only fear. Of not winning the game. Losing power. Losing face. What he didn’t understand. What it would make him if he did.

With fear came violence.

I didn’t want to go with him that night. It was nice to feel wanted again. To be picked, instead of that pigskin. But I knew what he wanted me for.

Could feel the hate coursing through him into me.

Please don’t make me a weapon, Christopher. Remember spring afternoons…

Aimed at a breathtaking smile of joy I wish my boy had never lost, I feel myself splinter before the impact. It’s all over.

When the man picks me up and swings me at my boy, I cause the crunch, hear his screams, but feel nothing.

My boy is gone. Has been slowly disappearing and now there’s nothing left. I can’t even see him as he limps away.

The shining smile is broken. And somehow I have broken the man as well, crying over his boy.

Sticky red, I wait again. Reduced to evidence now.


……I just wanted to play.