Clean Slate
Aug. 19th, 2012 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When Peter stepped inside it was like walking into another life. And in a way he was: the life before he was a fugitive, before his father came back to life only to die again, before his mother forced them to dig up the past... Everything changed yet here was this space untouched by it all.
It was all his stuff but none of it felt familiar. The Little League trophies, the Ninth Wonder comic books, the dog bobblehead he kept on the mantle... It felt like they all belonged to someone else. A younger, more innocent person.
Wordlessly Peter began to gather it all up to put away. He was so separate from it all now it didn't feel right to have it. The sum of his old life turned out to be a few cardboard boxes.
Peter took out the furniture next. After living on the run things like a couch or even posters for his bed seemed trivial. He left his mattress but little else.
He could call it a clean slate. Wipe away everything and start over with a more simple life. It was something he needed after all the madness he faced.
When it was all gone and he was alone in the emptiness, Peter felt strangely free.
It was all his stuff but none of it felt familiar. The Little League trophies, the Ninth Wonder comic books, the dog bobblehead he kept on the mantle... It felt like they all belonged to someone else. A younger, more innocent person.
Wordlessly Peter began to gather it all up to put away. He was so separate from it all now it didn't feel right to have it. The sum of his old life turned out to be a few cardboard boxes.
Peter took out the furniture next. After living on the run things like a couch or even posters for his bed seemed trivial. He left his mattress but little else.
He could call it a clean slate. Wipe away everything and start over with a more simple life. It was something he needed after all the madness he faced.
When it was all gone and he was alone in the emptiness, Peter felt strangely free.