Post by Trublu on Apr 24, 2005 14:27:43 GMT -5
He Was Himself
By: TrubluSVUfan
Summary: Casey's thoughts after she talked to Olivia in the bar, just a drabble.
Spoilers: Intoxicated
Disclaimers: One Mr. wolf of course for creating the wonderful show we know as Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.
Warnings: This story may affect you on different levels depending on what you backround is, so just be careful.
I�m not that different from you. I sit here flipping through the only reminder I have of my life back home. Listening to you, I was in tears. Not only because you were describing the most painful thing you as a child could go through, but because I went through the very same thing. The abuse, the alcohol, the bruises, they all came rushing back. You thought the tears were because I could not believe what I was hearing, and on a certain level, that was why. But they were falling for a different reason as well. I couldn't keep the anger inside knowing that it had happened to you, too.
How do we keep it all inside? Why? Maybe its because we know if we talk about it, we will have to do something about it. Maybe its because if we acknowledge that it happened to us, we would have to acknowledge that it is happening to other defenseless kids right now. But maybe, just maybe, if we acknowledge that it happened to us, we can prevent it from happening to someone else. I kept it from everyone, and it has haunted me to this day. But you� you shared your story with me, and you helped me realize that I need to move on with my life, and help other people that have the same problem that I had.
All the photo's in my album, they're the only good memories I have of my childhood. My dad, pushing me on the swing. Teaching me how to play baseball with my brothers. He even gave me the occasional piggyback ride, something he never did for my brothers. I tried so hard to focus on those things when I was younger. I almost forgot that when we weren't having fun together, he was drinking bottle after bottle. I almost made myself believe that he didn't know what he was doing was wrong , like when I was younger I didn't know that flushing his watch down the toilet was wrong. I almost made myself believe that if he was himself, he wouldn't do it.
Almost. The problem was, he was himself.
By: TrubluSVUfan
Summary: Casey's thoughts after she talked to Olivia in the bar, just a drabble.
Spoilers: Intoxicated
Disclaimers: One Mr. wolf of course for creating the wonderful show we know as Law and Order: Special Victims Unit.
Warnings: This story may affect you on different levels depending on what you backround is, so just be careful.
I�m not that different from you. I sit here flipping through the only reminder I have of my life back home. Listening to you, I was in tears. Not only because you were describing the most painful thing you as a child could go through, but because I went through the very same thing. The abuse, the alcohol, the bruises, they all came rushing back. You thought the tears were because I could not believe what I was hearing, and on a certain level, that was why. But they were falling for a different reason as well. I couldn't keep the anger inside knowing that it had happened to you, too.
How do we keep it all inside? Why? Maybe its because we know if we talk about it, we will have to do something about it. Maybe its because if we acknowledge that it happened to us, we would have to acknowledge that it is happening to other defenseless kids right now. But maybe, just maybe, if we acknowledge that it happened to us, we can prevent it from happening to someone else. I kept it from everyone, and it has haunted me to this day. But you� you shared your story with me, and you helped me realize that I need to move on with my life, and help other people that have the same problem that I had.
All the photo's in my album, they're the only good memories I have of my childhood. My dad, pushing me on the swing. Teaching me how to play baseball with my brothers. He even gave me the occasional piggyback ride, something he never did for my brothers. I tried so hard to focus on those things when I was younger. I almost forgot that when we weren't having fun together, he was drinking bottle after bottle. I almost made myself believe that he didn't know what he was doing was wrong , like when I was younger I didn't know that flushing his watch down the toilet was wrong. I almost made myself believe that if he was himself, he wouldn't do it.
Almost. The problem was, he was himself.