#younger peter

[peter-gann-the-purple-man]

No, we still don’t get enough sleep. No, father still doesn’t respect us as a human being. No, I have no idea why people keep calling me “Purple Guy”.

[nmbr001]

 ❝   ARGH!   ❞   TOO   MUCH.   it's   too   much.   he   can't   take   it   anymore.   he   lets   out   a   breath—a   big   one—and   slumps   against   the   chair   he's   sitting   in.   this   has   never   happened   before.   something   is   wrong.   something   is   blocking   his   mind.   it   must   be   that   something   is   wrong   with   him.   his   mind   has   been   clouded   the   last   few   days.   thoughts   of   his   mother.   his   sister.   his   father.   all   of   them   taking   up   precious   space   in   his   otherwise   clear   mind   where   he   could   be   focusing   all   his   energy   into   performing   perfectly.  

 ❝   again,   one.   from   the   top.   ❞   is   the   only   thing   he   hears   from   the   speakers.   he   can't   see   anyone   else   is   this   room.   they're   on   the   other   side   of   a   mirror.   watching   him.   making   judgements.   he   hates   when   people   pass   judgement   on   him.   who   are   they   to   judge   him?   he's   the   powerful   one.   they   don't   control   him.   he   has   the   power.   he   has   the   ability.  

 one   hand   grips   the   arm   of   the   chair,   the   other   rises,   fingers   splaying   out,   and   then   curling,   as   though   he's   choking   the   air,   until   he   sees   it   begin.   the   spiderwebbing   in   the   mirror   as   the   glass   begins   to   shatter,   and   then   CRACK!   glass   shards   fly   through   the   room,   dancing   around   him,   soaring   on   all   sides   of   his   body   but   not   touching   him.   never   touching   him.  

 he   drops   his   arm   as   the   glass   drops   to   the   floor   and   looks   up   at   the   crowd   of   people   on   the   other   side   of   the   once   solid   mirror   that   used   to   separate   them   and   looks   at   the   man   who   he'd   once   sought   to   avoid.  

 ❝   hello,   papa.   ❞

[laheyandstilinski]

"NOBODY WILL BAN ME FROM ANYWHERE. IM TOO GOOD LOOKING. "

HONEY YOU ARE SO GOOD LOOKING YOU SHOULD BE ILLEGAL