This is my first Kate centric story. "I could feel the cool metal cuffs against my skin. My past wrapped around my wrists. They felt so unfamiliar. It all seemed so wrong. Was there not another past that served as the key?" Very short one-shot.
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Handcuffs
I could feel the cool metal cuffs against my skin. My past wrapped around my wrists. They felt so unfamiliar. It all seemed so wrong. Was there not another past that served as the key?
Everything felt off. I searched around frantically, trying to find an answer.
How did I know the blonde man sitting across from me with his head in his hands had just lost someone he loved? Why did I feel as though it was my fault?
And the woman a few rows behind him, the pregnant one, why was something telling me that she was going to have a son. Why did I feel tears welling up in my eyes at the fact that he won't be mine? Why did it hurt so much to know that I'll never get to hold him or hear him call me Mommy?
Images fluttered through my mind like birds in a tree. Flying in and out to quickly to identify. Flashes of people I've never seen before. Places I've never been. Was I going crazy? Was getting caught driving me insane? So insane that I'm creating a whole different world; a world with these strangers who knew nothing about my past in a place where I could never be found?
No. It had to be real. It all feels so real.
"Here we are, Katie."
The plane came to a stop much sooner than it should. I had mere minutes left before a lifetime in jail.
The marshal grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me up, exposing my handcuffs to the world.
No one looked at me like a person. They saw the cuffs and rushed away. A boy paused to look at me, really look at me, but his father hurried him along. "Come on, Walt," he ordered, starring only at my wrists the whole time.
And then a man came. He was in a suit and tie and he stopped and looked me right in the eyes. A thousand more pictures flickered to life. I've never seen him before in my life, but it felt like I knew everything about him.
And I wanted him to save me. And by the look in his beautiful hazel eyes, he wanted to save me too.
Bt he didn't save me. His face fell because maybe being here with me was making him miserable and as he turned to continue down the aisle I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had walked away and left me without a word.