Flash.
"Mommy, please. I promise I'll be good."
Flash.
"You horrible, slut. Bitch! Look what you've done!"
Flash.
"No more hitting please mommy, please."
Flash.
"Shut up!"
Flash.
"Why is mommy sleeping in the bathtub?"
Gasp. Waking up screaming, sweating, weeping, every night it's the same. Why can't she end it? Chocolate brown eyes scan intimately around the night- shaded bedroom, cramped with quiescent bodies of potential slayers, little girls. That's all they are, tiny girls with weapons.
Before she can let her thoughts meander anymore, the once 'dark' slayer is swinging her legs over the side of the bed, gazing out the window in an adrenaline pumping tranquility. Once her breath is regained, she let's out an infinitesimal sigh and rakes her hands through her long, glossy mahogany hair.
"Dirty hair, just like your bastard father!"
Before long she is close to tears again. These dreams keep happening. Over and over again they are happening. She doesn't know why she's dreaming of her vile childhood again, but purely wants it to impede. Standing and vigilantly maneuvering over and around a few potentials, sleeping on the floor beneath her bed, Faith wandered down the stairs in a daze.
She needed to kill something. She wasn't quite amazed though when she entered the kitchen to find the youngest Summers' eating a banana as she leaned over the kitchen counter.
"Can't sleep either?" Her voice is a mere rasp. With an all but surprised glimpse up, Dawn looked over the Rogue slayer and then nodded with a sigh. "One of the potentials in my room keeps snoring." Dawn seemed quite amused at her own words, yet somehow cruelly irritated.
"I guess I'll sleep on the couch, if I can go back to sleep that is." Letting out a quite perceptibly bogus chuckle, Faith takes a seat atop the counter; letting her lankly legs dangle slightly. She falls to silence as her eyes wander and become unfocused again.
"Damn it girl, stay in your room! I swear to god I'll blow your brains out!"
"Faith? Faith? You okay?" Before she knows it, she's crying silently. Why do you keep haunting me? She silently pleads before turning back to Dawn.
"I-I'm fine." But is she really?Disturbed by dreams of people of her past, what other choice does she have but to smile and grin.
"Baby, maybe you should lie down. You look sick." And then there's that voice. Faith's eyes close for a split second before she opens them and turns toward it.
"Mommy?" Dread straining through her eyes, Dawn only takes a step back, peering towards where Faith's eyes were sheltered, where there was nothing to her. The usual rationalization ran through her head, The First. She decides to leave her alone. Watching this slayer suffer is a bit too much for her now.
With a chilling silence, she pads back up to her room, shutting and locking the door. Faith only stares. Her eyes are fixated on the reflection of her mother before her. Her mother looked nothing like her, blonde hair, brown eyes, and quite the dissimilar features.
"Sweetie, you really should get some sleep. You look absolutely dreadful." Before she can respond, the image, the non-existent takes a step toward her, and then takes a long swift gulp from a bottle of Wild Turkey at her side. A long line of tears march down the slayer's face as she forces herself to look away.
"You're not real." She whispers. The mother only stares, a slightly crooked grin playing on her lips. "Believe me, I can make it seem almost real." With that one single comment, nine simple words, she sends chills down Faith's spine. Before much longer has passed, her voice is slurred and drooping like an elder's skin.
"How in the hell didja' get here? They accept you? Like you at all? Do they trust you with each other's lives?" Silence was the only retort she could get from the crying slayer. Silence was all that was ever in Faith. She wouldn't ever fight back, not against this, and not against herself.
"Why is mommy sleeping in the bathtub?"
Continuing is a quite possibility. If I get some reviews that is.