Annie could feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child, There's static in her head once more, the side effect of the constant fear, constant stress she lived with.
"Anna?" At the sound of her mother's trembling voice, It takes somethin...
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Timothee Chalamet as William Aka; The stationmaster's son.
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Flashback: Tommy visits the Stationmaster's son.
There is something about unmeasurable time that is a torture to mind, body and soul. It stretches you thin somehow, so unbearably thin. Perhaps it's because there is no love there, no hugs or kind smiles, no-one to tell you everything will be okay. And then there are the eyes of everyone here, alive and dead, as if they are so desperate for this nightmare to be over they try to sleep even when they are awake. They feel the need to take their freedom, that much is obvious. They are scared of them yet it's more than that. William could see disgust in the way their faces move, indifference in the little they say, grimly seeing out their time as guards before they may leave. At what cost to their souls too? To think you can wound another without the wound being on yourself too is foolishness of the worst sort. This life is but a magic mirror, giving back what you give out. And so he sits here, on a plastic chair, and let his eyes rest a while.
He asks his imagination for a bird so that she may sing and move her wings in the sunlight that warms her. He hears her song, so bright, as if it were all the colours he'd been missing for so long. Before he can help it a small laugh escapes his lips; he sees his mamma who would stop in the middle of any path to savour such music, no matter how humble the bird.
Tommy looked at him. He takes a look at the child hiding inside a monster, feeling the separation between its scales and soft skin, for all he can see is a suit of armour. He takes a look at the slowness in the boys eyes that gives away the uncried tears, the ones he swears will never fall.
He takes a a look at the child who's so broken the scales shatter, for everything he is, is pain. Pain and anger.
"Haven't got all fucking day, have I?" He says, and Tommy scoffs, sitting down.
"Do you know why I'm here, Will?"
"William." He corrected.
"I'll call you will." Tommy decided, a display of his superiority. "Why are you here?" He asks.
"I'm here to speak about an Anna Gray."
The name shatters like a tainted vase, the contents filling and polluting the air between them. Tommy noticed his right eye twitch and his shackled hands tighten into fists. The boy leans further back into his seat, his eyes fixated on the older man before him, and if what he had seen before was anger- this was much worse. This wasn't anger, it was hatred ... resentment. Was it Anna the anger was directed to? He wondered what she could've done to elicit such rage ... he'd seen the worst of Arthur's temper, but this was something completely different, he could see it in his eyes and he knew the boy felt the feeling deep in his bones, too.
