Post by BENJAMIN ALLEN KIRKWOOD on Feb 21, 2015 1:10:01 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME BENJAMIN ALLEN KIRKWOOD AGE & BIRTHDAY 16 YEARS OLD, BORN AUGUST 8th, 2008 OCCUPATION 6th Year, GRYFFINDOR BLOOD STATUS Pure-blood FACE CLAIM CHRISTOPHER WOOD WAND TYPE 12 INCHES CENTAUR HAIR, OAK WOOD PATRONUS LYNXPETS N/A ABILITIES/ SPECIES NON-VERBAL MAGIC Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style My Issue It was 5 minutes passed midnight on August 8th, 2008. We were born. Benedict Allen Kirkwood, my brother born 3 minutes earlier than me, Benjamin Allen Kirkwood. We were identical twins from pure blood family. He was called Ned and I was Ben. He was born normal and healthy while I was weaker and fragile. Everyone put so much attention on me because they worried my condition. Left Ned alone in nanny’s cared. Though we were twins, we barely had time together. Due to my weak body, I couldn’t go out for too long and I wasn’t able to touch anything freely. They watched me closely as if I would break apart when something touch me. As we were growing up, I was spoiled brat while Ned was an independent and smart boy. Though I had all the attention, but Ned never complained or got jealous. I used to get what I wanted while Ned rarely asked for anything. As I was big enough to understand things, I felt tired of all the attentions from my parents. So I decided to act tough, made trouble and pranks. But there was Ned who would cover all my mischief. I hated Ned. I hated Ned for being so calm and wise. I hate him for being smarter, stronger and easier to be loved. And I hated him the most for protecting me and covering all the troubles I made. My Freedom It was our 11th birthday when we accepted the letters to attend Hogwarts. Ned was happy because he would spend more time on studying magic. On the other side I was happy to leave home, made more friends and doing whatever without being watched by my overprotective parents. I was a Ravenclaw and Ned was a Gryffindor. Something must be wrong with that selection hat. Obviously, Ned supposed to be a Ravenclaw and I was more a Slytherin. But Ned adapted so well anywhere and I made more Slytherin buddies than the boring Ravenclaw fellows. I actually had no problem in study, but I was just lazy to bother myself with study. Ditching class, making trouble and more mischievous adventures started during my first year. Ned was too occupied by his study to watch over me. He was one the Gryffindor’s pride after all, that nerd. And I was Ravenclaw’s number one trouble maker. I knew that people whispered behind my back about how different we were. I don’t give a damn. Let Ned had the good boy role and I would fulfill my bad boy duty. My Death It was the first snow on the winter of my 5th year, when he lied down peacefully inside the coffin, breathless. All my body felt numb, but it has nothing to do with the weather at all. Ned is died. Ned was gone and I was the one who sent him away. If it wasn’t for my stupid selfish mind, maybe he would still be here and the one who sent me in the coffin. It supposed to be me. That whispered again and again in my head. Across me, mom was sitting on her wheelchair with father beside her. She was crying non-stop from yesterday, calling for my name. Yeah, she was calling my name as everyone else. It was Benjamin Allen Kirkwood who died that day, that was everyone know. “ Come on, Ned. Just for this once.” “ No way, Ben. I won’t involve in your trouble again. And there’s no way mom and dad won’t notice it.” “ You think they will?? I bet all my pocket money, they won’t. People hardly tell us apart and so do our parents.” “ This won’t work. What’s wrong with spending holiday with granny anyway? She loves to see you.” “ So what? They’ll keep me at home all the time. It’s not what you can call a holiday, Ned. I already made plan with my friends.” “Because they are all care for you. Though you look tough and full of energy, you health is not well. As if I want to risk that, you are my brother.” “That’s what I hate the most. All of you looking at me like I am an invalid.” “ It’s not like that, Ben. How to make you understand? Leaving you here alone, what if something happens to you?” “ I can take care of myself. I’m not a kid anymore, Ned. Please.” “ Ugh, I have a bad feeling about this. Promise me, Ben. Don’t do anything dangerous.” “ I promise, Ned. I’ll just go hang out with my friends, nothing dangerous. So do we have a deal now?” With a weak nod, Ned agreed to change place with me. He would go visiting my granny with my parents as Ben and I would stay home pretend to do my school’s assignments as Ned. And that was the biggest regret in my life and I’m paying for it now. My Present I opened the drawer on Ned’s study desk. I took out a thick brown journal that I’ve been reading since I found it in this room that now become mine. I opened the latest page I’ve read. It was Ned’s handwriting. That page is written when we were 9. "Am I even visible for them? Am I even existed in this house? For once, I hope it’s my name they’re calling for. I hope it’s my hand they will take and hold. I hope it’s me they see with warm smiles. The world revolves around Ben alone. I wonder how is it to become Ben? " Ned was just like that. He acted like he didn’t care being left alone. No one ever noticed him there, no one care what he was doing. It was always Ben and Ben and Ben. Another random page was written on his 3rd year. "My first snitch as seeker. I present the victory for Gryffindor. Everyone congratulated me. But there's not even a single letter from them to support me or praise me. But they begged to the headmaster to send him back home when Ben said he is having flu. Do I have to be dying to make them come to me? " I closed the journal and tracing my finger on the frame in front of me. It was me and Ned on our 3rd year. The picture was taken after his win on Quidditch game. I remembered that day my parents actually forgot about the game because of work and the next day I was having flu and both of them leaving their work and making fuss to take me home. “ I’m sorry, Ned…” That tears fell down again. There’s not a day I pass without regretting my past. That day in front of his grave I made a vow to make up for him. I’ll live my life for him, doing anything that he hasn’t able to do. I’ll spend my entire life living as Benedict Allen Kirkwood as I buried my name and my past with Ned on that funeral day. Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. |
