[Closed] Can't Forget Family~

[jayson thomas christopher]

Eyes gazed down at the play ground woodchips, no child here at the moment, the soft creak of the swing soothing. He wondered what Cory was doing right now, wondered if this was how he sulked as well. Chewing on the tip of the blunt hanging from his lips he gazed across the area, missing the days when he was actually young enough to come and play here with his brother. Before they had grown older and Jayson had decided to his goals no higher than the moment's reality. Before the accident, before Caine's death.

The slow swinging had stopped and Jayce kicked angrily at the wood chips beneath him, sending them scattering over the surface of the others, jaw clenching to fight back any surfacing feelings. He hated this so much.

Closing his eyes he tiltd his head back, a foot gently pushing a slow rock into the swinging again as he drew in a breath and exhaled the musky smoke.

[caine johnson]

In a grassy area, outside the play ground stood a young ma. His facial expression was blank. His eyes were filled with no emotion. He stared at the playground like a long lost friend. Mom. Dad. Jayce. The only three names he could remember. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed and started to walk slowly toward the playground. His feet went from grass to wood chips. His eyes scanned over kiddies area.

They stopped on another figure. It was a boy, who didn't seem much younger than Caine. A weird feeling over came Caine and he darted his eyes away. Looking up toward the sky, he thought of the only clear memory he had, meeting Dallas. A smile crossed his face, but his ears caught glimpse of the kicking of wood chips.

Caine looked over toward the boy, his curiosity starting to get the best of him. Shrugging, he gave in and began to walk over toward the boy, noticing the blunt in his mouth. He came up with a conversation in his head, but when he reached the boy, his mind went blank. Moments passed and Caine shook his head. "I'm sorry.. I.. that must of have been weird.."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson jumped faintly at the voice, too distracted to have even noticed the guy's approach. He blinked faintly. "Nah it's fine..." The words left smoke curling from his lips and nose, and he rubbed at his face in exasperation.

"I was just thinking about things," He shrugged. "Kinda messed up I guess...smokin' pot at an old playground.." He looked around warily, trying to deny the way his breath caught, how much this guy looked like fucking Caine. He was going crazy was all...right? He'd seen him die...he had been there...

[caine johnson]

Caine looked around the playground. He wasn't sure to say about the blunt. He felt neutral about it, of course he had never tried it. Who he was to judge? "There are plenty of other more messed up things than smoking at a playground." He shrugged and sat down on one of the swings. He wasn't sure if he should stay or not, the guy seemed nice enough. Caine puffed his cheeks out, like he always did when he was thinking. He couldn't shake the feeling this guy gave him. It was creepy, or scary, there wasn't a word to describe it.

"If you came out to be here alone, I can leave. I was just walking to clear my head." He tried to keep his eyes focused on a tree, trying not to look at the boy. He wasn't sure if he should introduce himself or not. His mind was at lost of words. His fingers drummed against his legs, as his feet pushed him back and forth. He wondered what Dallas was up to, hoping she was okay. The smell of weed filled his noise, and Caine looked over at the boy as he took another drag. Moments passed, the feeling he had wasn't going away and it was hard to concentrate. "Well.. I.. uh.." He looked down at the ground, "I'm Caine.. "

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson shrugged. "You don't have to...was just thinking about things," He murmured, still refusing to look at the guy, refusing to believe what he had seen. He murmured soft lyrics to a favorite song of his under his breath. And then the guy said his name was Caine. Jayson tensed up, glancing at him. "No way in hell..." He mumbled. He had been in that fucking car, he knew what dead was, and Caine had been so before help came.

He shook his head. "I'm fuckin' loosing it....That's f- what the hell...?" He paused, looking the guy up and down, and nearly fell out of the swing. "Shit..C-..Caine..? No no no..you're dead...I fucking saw you die...all a dream..." He mumbled in a disbelieving groan. "Mind's screwin' with me is all..." He closed his eyes.

[caine johnson]

Caine was surprised at the guys reaction, not sure of what to think. "In the car? You were with me when I died?" His mind raced through the blurry photos, but none showed another person, at least not that he could tell. Caine ran his fingers through his head, trying to stop the spinning. Who was this guy? Why was he with me when I died? How the hell..? "How.. my memory is so messed up.. Who.. Why..." He was struggling for words. He felt like taking off. "I thought if I had ever ran into someone who knew me.. it wouldn't be this difficult to talk.. I've had so many questions.. but.."

His hands went up to his face, trying to rub away the confusion, but it didn't help. "Who are you?" He asked looking at the guy, hoping he would get more than cuss words. " Caine didn't speak another word, silence filled the air. He just stared at the boy, trying to remember.

[jayson thomas christopher]

Hurt filled Jayson's eyes as he listened to what seemed to be his brother speak. This was impossible, there was no fucking way Caine was alive. It was a dream or somebody was screwing with him and that hurt thr most.

And yet deep down he wanted it to be true, closed his eyes at the flood of memories, the drunk driving the other way in the wrong lane, his own ignorance. "You...I...." He let out a shaky breath, human nature telling him it wasn't possible at all. "It's Jayce, Caine..."

[caine johnson]

"Jayce..." Caine's eyes widen. It was the name he remembered. He bit his cheek, this was his brother. He wanted to step closer, wanted to see Jayce's face better, wanted to remember more than just the name. "Jayce.. I'm so sorry." Caine could tell the boy was freaking out, and Caine was as well. The apology was for dying, he felt as if he needed to say it. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to begin.

"I don't remember what happened, but I remember you. And mom.. and dad.." Caine paused, what more could he possibly say? He hadn't expected to ever run into the family he had left behind. He wasn't aware of the pain they might have gone through. He had figured he wouldn't have a family. "This is really happening...? Can you really be the Jayce I remember?" It had to be. Jayce knew Caine.. And Caine couldn't deny Jayce seemed familiar. "I.. hope so.." Caine's voice was almost a whisper, he choked on his words. He wanted to cry, but knew it wouldn't help. "I know this is hard to believe.. but I'm an angel.."

[jayson thomas christopher]

Jayson just cotinued to shake his head at all of it. "No...you can't be..they're not fucking real Caine...I saw you die...this is just some sick joke." He rubbed angrily at his eyes in exasperation, didn't know what else to do. He hadn't known about the creatures they lived with, making it even harder to believe. "You don't understand how hard it was to cope...." He rasped brokenly, blunt snuffed out and lying discarded in the woodchips now.

"How can you not remember...?" He opened his eyes, the question rhetorical as he gazed up at the guy who insisted he was his brother, eyes glazed with desbelieving tears. I wasn't possible... It never could be.

[caine johnson]

Caine winced at Jayce's words. It hurt Caine to know there was no way of proving it. He had no memory, all he could give was his word, but he still wasn't quite sure that this was the Jayce he remembered. Everything just seemed to fit though. "I'm sorry.. I feel awful.." He looked around wondering if he should just leave. Maybe it would be best.. maybe not knowing family would be better.. He just couldn't believe it. He had never meant to hurt anyone.

"I don't know. I just don't have a memory of before. I know I died.. in a car. I don't know how or why or anything else. But now I'm here.. as an angel.. I should just leave.. This isn't what I meant to happen." He turned, looking towards the exit of the playground, but he couldn't move. Caine glanced back at Jayce, "I am really sorry for causing you trouble." It was hard to leave.. he felt like if he took a step he would burst, but he didn't want to cause trouble for Jayce.