Reignite

The shrill wail of ambulance sirens disturbed the cool peaceful night, as it pulled up and the on board staff unloaded a patient whom was bleeding profusely. The staff took large black haired man with blue eyes into the A and E ward for emergency care. The man in question didn't seem aware of his situation, if the stench of alcohol one of the ambulance drivers were complaining of was any indication. As he was carted off to available room to be treated, one of the nurses was asking about any next of kin or family he might have locally they could notify.

One of the doctors who was looking through his details for identification and for any information to help them find the closest next of kin. If they had bothered asking I assure you that man wouldn't have any answer to give them, yet I can tell you all otherwise...

“Did you find anything?” Asked one of the nurses, who looked concerned for the patients condition as the finally managed to stop the bleeding. The doctor just nodded in response.

“He has only one family member living in the local area...He himself was admitted here recently...” The doctor explained, “I do recall he was a patient of Dr Samuel Weiss. He was one of the patients who were changed into one of those ponies.”

“Really? Who is he?” The nurse asked, the doctor just said nothing as left the room hoping to find Samuel. I at the time had no idea this was happening as Samuel was the one who explained who that man was...

Sunshine was happily playing with some of friends she had made, due to the school the hospital had set up at Antonia's request. I was happy to see her mingle with others her own age even though she was still injured she never let it get her down, if anything it made her stronger and she seemed to shine brighter for it.

I currently was trying to make ends meet by finishing some commissions I had took from various people on deviant art, if I couldn't do my day job at present I would at least be able to make some money from one of my hobbies at the very least. Mom had been kind enough to bring me my laptop and drawing tablet from my own home which I was very much grateful for. I had become good enough with my magic to move small things around without giving myself a damned headache every time I wanted to move something.

Sketching, inking, finalising line art, applying the colours, shading and highlights as the pen in question danced around the tablet as if it had will of it's own. A faint blue glowed softly around the pen as I watched the drawing on the screen checking for any errors of missed patches with an analytical eye. The sound of relaxing piano pieces played in the background helping me focus on the task at hand, I admit this was pretty much habit for me when I wasn't working or gaming.

I was so absorbed in my own element, that I didn't hear the knocking on the door and the sound of whoever it was let themselves in. I heard the sound of the door closing clearly though, there in front of me stood Samuel and another doctor I didn't recognise. A man in his late forties dressed in a similar fashion to Samuel stood by him, his expression looked grim as if he was trying to find the words to explain whatever was going on.

A few moments of silence later he had finally began explaining about the patient they had brought in the previous night.

“I still don't understand why this concerns me though?” I asked the good doctor. A look of confusion upon my face.

“Well legally speaking you’re his only family member in the local area, surely you know a Mr Trevor Geary?” The doctor wondered double checking the notes he had at hand to confirm the information he was given. “It does say here that you’re his only son.”

“...” I gave a look of annoyance, “...So he showed up drunk off his backside, and got himself badly hurt? Sorry but still I don't see how this concerns me, or for that matter should I care. No offence but I think you should recheck you information, even if I admit that fool of a man is my father...I am not his son, if anything I'm his daughter.” I responded coldly.

“You really don't care?” The doctor asked disbelievingly, the shock was clear enough on his face but Samuel looked more understanding of the situation. He was led out by Samuel who was trying to explain what the situation was.

“...Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, losing my focus with my work I saved it and shut down the laptop. Of all things to happen he had to show up again in my life, I let out a bitter laugh as memories of years long since past flashed before me.

A young boy with dusty blonde hair and bright blue eyes who was no older than five years old, was walking down an old street with his mother. The child was carrying some paper tightly in his hands while smiling brightly. It was a simple drawing of one of his favourite transformers: Grimlock fighting what seemed to be Megatron, protecting people who were victims of Megatron's latest scheme to destroy the autobots as the boy so happily put it

“Mommy, do you think Daddy would like what I drew today?” The boy asked with a small smile.
“I'm sure he will honey.” His Mother reassured him. As they both entered their home, but sadly the child's father had disappeared again drinking and while he waited to show him his drawing, deep down he knew he would likely be gone until the next afternoon. When his father did return on that next afternoon...

“Don't waste my time with this shit, boy!” His father said annoyed, returning his attention to the football game on the TV...The boy just cried himself to sleep in his bedroom.

Another memory flashed before my eyes...

The same boy only a year younger, was happily spending time with his grandmother helping her with her shopping. His grandmother telling him what ingredients they would need for the baking they would be doing later on that same day. His grandmother just stopped and frowned at the sight before her.

“What's wrong Nana?” The boy asked, leading the boy away she just reassured him it was nothing. However behind them, the boy's father was being arrested for public disturbance and assaulting one of the police officers in one of his usual drunken rages. The boy looked back in wondering what all that racket was.

“Nana, was that Dad?” He asked.

Another memory...one that still haunts me in my sleep to this very day...

The boy had come home from school, happy he earned a gold star of the week for a story he wrote. He eagerly wanted to read it to his mother, as his aunt had picked him up from school explaining that his mother and father needed to talk about something important. As he got home he heard shouting, curious he ran ahead home ignoring his aunt's cries to stop.

“How long has this been going on behind my back!” His mother's voice shouted, “You know what I don't want to know, you just run off to your whore! Or better yet why don't get drunk like you always do you worthless excuse of a man!” The sound of objects smashing could be heard, as the echoed throughout the street.

Eventually a loud crack was heard alongside a man's roar of rage.

As the boy entered his own home, he watched in horror as his father was beating his mother. With what little strength his young body could give him, he kicked the monster of a man in crotch bringing him to his knees in pain.

“You little shit! I'll damn well sure you'll regret that!” His father snarled.

“Shut up! And leave Mom alone!” He cried, as the boy stood between this monster of a man and his mother. Frustrated the man got up and left, never to be heard from for another 6 years...

That memory, those very words and everything he did, taught me on that day all those years ago:

“Is that you should never walk away from your responsibilities or abandon the people you care about, you finish what you start, and be there for them even if you never want to see them again...”

Another hour past by in my lonely room, I found myself being led out the room as if some compulsion was driving me. Eventually leading me out of the hospital dorms and into the A and E wing, the sight of a cartoon unicorn must have been strange to those around me as I made way to the reception.

“Can I see Trevor Geary? He was admitted here last night.” I asked without thinking, that compulsion continuing to lead me. The receptionist looked confused, before checking the patient roster.

“Are you a family member?” She asked curious.

“Yes I'm his...daughter.” I responded, “Is he awake?” The receptionist nodded, offering to lead me to the room he was in. We walked in silence for a few minutes before we came to the room, she knocked on the door and said.

“Mr Geary, your daughter is here to see you.” Trevor looked confused as I walked in the room, I saw him mouth a what the fuck under his breath.

“Would you please let us talk in private?” I asked politely. She nodded and left closing the door with a soft click; silence filled the room for a few moments before Trevor finally spoke.

“Who are you? I know for a fact I have son not a daughter!” He asked me annoyed; I frowned at him but I wasn’t surprised at his coldness.

“Are you really surprised?” I asked him coldly, “People can change over the over the course of 13 years. I would at least expect a father to recognise his own son, but then again you couldn’t 13 years ago so why should you now?”

“Tch…” Trevor grimaced at the memory.

“I’m surprised you even remembered, between being piss drunk off your sorry ass or fucking that hussy you left my mother for. I’m shocked to see you here of all places.” I spat out coldly.

“Is that all you’re here for?” Trevor retorted, “To bring all this up of why I left you and your mother?”

“Oh no…” I said flatly, “I highly doubt my mother would even care about the position you’re in now, she doesn’t even know you’re here. This Trevor is about you and me.” I explained with all the warmth of an ice cube. “I’m literally the only family you have that knows you’re even here.”

“So why are you even here then?” He asked.

“Answers and closure to something that has bothered me since you walked out” I explained, “Just what am I to you Trevor?” Trevor just shook his head.

“…Honestly I just don’t know.” Trevor answered, “I was so proud when you were born, I just don’t know what went wrong from there.”

“That fucking bottle of booze is what went wrong; our family was torn apart because of it. I can’t even remember the last time you weren’t drunk off your ass!” I explained, “You put me and my mother through hell just because you couldn’t say no to a few drops of booze! You’re nothing more than a pathetic excuse of a man Trevor, and an even worse excuse of a father!” Trevor threw me a dirty look.

“And just what fucking right have you got to say that to your father boy!” Trevor spat out with venom in his voice. “Even if you don’t like it I’m still you father boy and you will do well to remember that you little freak!”

“THEN FUCKING ACT LIKE ONE!!!!” I roared in sheer utter anger, what little patience and restraint finally left me. “NAME ONE TIME! JUST ONE FUCKING TIME YOU EVER ACTED LIKE A FATHER AND NOT SOME FUCKING DRUNK!”

“…” Trevor was taken aback from my outburst.

“You know what Trevor, don’t even bother.” I said calmly and coldly, “I can see it in your eyes that I’m just a reminder to you that my mother was nothing more than another notch in your belt. You can say what you want, but your eyes don’t lie they never did in the past.”

“M-Mark…I-I…” Trevor tried to speak, as I turned my back to him and leave.

“My name is Marcia now...not Mark, I told you already I'm not your son anymore and from the looks of it I never have been...now if you excuse me I have to pick up my daughter in a couple of hours...” I replied without so much as glancing at him, “This is the only warning you’ll get: stay out of my life Trevor, there's no place for you there...So help me lord just stay away from me.” I shut the door behind me ignoring the sound of an already broken man crying, finally realising what he had lost over the years.

I made my way to pick up Sunshine from the make shift school, I smiled as she ran up to me giggling. She was holding a piece of paper with a crayon drawing on it: It was picture of me, Matt, Shane and Antonia along with herself.

“Do you like it Mommy?” Sunshine asked smiling brightly, eagerly awaiting my answer.

“I love it my little sunshine, how about we ask Antonia if she has a picture frame so we can hang it up?” I said happily, encouraging her as we both made our way to find Antonia.

Regardless of what happened between Trevor and I, as well as whatever bond is between me and my adoptive daughter I really couldn't care less. I love my daughter and that's all I needed to know...