Redemption
Legacy Name: Redemption

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hello, i only speak in lowercase, unless i'm to be professional.however this is for me, so i shan't be doing that.

i enjoy flowers, bow ties and sharp fashion.i'm fluent in greek, serbian and have a penchant for the morbid and gorey parts of life.

----------------------------------Red sat at his lab table, trying to concentrate on the task in front of him. Being a bio medical engineer was not the profession he had imagined himself doing, but he was good at it. He did often find his mind would wander though, especially over writing new poetry, his passion in life. Red was always sharply dressed, well presented for his day job. Aside from a couple of piercings, you would think he was a regular square guy.

Once work was over, he would often go home, shower, eat, and then arrange the new flowers that he had bought on his way home into vases. From time to time he would visit his local bar for a couple of drinks. Red was easy to chat with, he felt confident of that. But underneath the facade was a broken man. The pain was hard to cope with, but he pushed it aside as much as he could.

Work helped to keep him busy, it was just what he needed. Red had learned when he was not busy that the thoughts would come back, the memories. And he didn't want that at all. Writing poems also helped, but sometimes he would get too close to his own pain, and it would take him a few days to recover.

Red had a few friends, but not what you would call close friends. It was easier for him to keep people at a distance, so he could avoid any awkward questions. Questions about his family background threw him, and he never knew what to say to people. Eventually he decided to say he was an only child, and that his parents lived in Ohio, and that he saw them a couple of times a year. That seemed to keep people from trying to delve any further.

The truth was, in fact, very different. Red tried not to think of the past, but it always came back to haunt him. He was 13 years old, his brother Patrick was 4. His parents were poor, and worked hard to try to provide for the family. This meant Red was often left in charge of his little brother; a task he resented massively. One Saturday, his parents were working as usual, and Red was fed up of listening to Patrick and his noise. He decided to take him across the road to the park. It might shut him up for a while - that was the plan, anyway.

Red found a bench to sit on, and told Patrick to go away and play. He was engrossed in his book, and wanted to get it finished that day. He looked up a few times and saw Patrick running around with other kids, having fun. And giving Red the chance to read. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when Red suddenly became aware he couldn't hear any kids playing. He looked up from his book and realized everyone had gone. He couldn't see Patrick anywhere.

Panic set in and he ran to where the kids had been playing. He looked around frantically, before glancing over at the pond. Surely not? Patrick was scared of water. But he felt he better check, just to be sure. As he got nearer to the pond, his heart missed a beat. He could see a red jacket floating on the water. Patrick's jacket. He ran over and jumped straight in. Patrick's body was floating upside down next to the jacket. Red pulled him to the side of the pond and dragged him out. A passing adult realized what was happening and rushed over to help. It was too late. Patrick was dead. And Red knew his life would never be the same again.

Shortly after the drowning, Red was sent away to a childrens home. His parents could not look him in the eye anymore. Not after losing Patrick. Everyone knew it was Red's fault. And no-one knew it more than Red.

Red snapped himself away from the memories of all those years ago. 10 years had passed, but the pain had not. Picking up his pen, Red opened the book and started scribbling a new poem. He titled it 'Redemption'.

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