The Convergence Creation Week 2017.
Day 2 - Loss.
She's alone in her room, for now. She's clung, like she hadn't ever before (even as a much smaller child) to her brothers, her father. The cat, the dog. Anything and anyone that was living, and familiar, and there. At the moment though, it's a period of loneliness. Mason is with Jaxon, or had been; maybe he's in the bathroom now. Peter's been gone from the house for hours. Her father is with his brother, in the parlor, talking in quiet voices. And she is in this small, four-walled bedroom, her lights on dim, a blanket around her shoulders and her knees drawn to her chest.
The Force is sad. It's been a full 24 hours since her mother had left the world, and the anger and shock is melting away to sorrow. Such a deep, penetrating sorrow – it turns everything around her dark and gray. Drags her heart down, and drowns it in agony. She's tried to hide from it, tried to run – but it is truly everywhere. Her mother's presence has been ripped from the Force, and replaced with this sickening sensation of loss. She's never felt it before. Never thought she would.
It's horrible.
And she's angry. So, so angry. Not at her – she knows now that Jenna Winters hadn't meant to leave them, leave her. That doesn't change the fact that she's furious. She's been betrayed by this world that brought her family together, and given her only one life to live. It has stolen from her something that can never be replaced; and despite her powers, her hurt, her family's pain… she will never be able to be brought back.
Alara Derek has never felt grief before; but now she has, at the young age of ten, and it is such an ugly feeling. Crawling beneath her skin, flipping over her gut. She tries to escape it in any way she can, with costume-making, drawing, practicing her skills. But it finds her where she goes. Even here, as she let's out a quite sob and sinks down beneath the blankets, curling up against her pillow, its diggings its claws into her, tearing her apart. Tears are choked out of her, as it suffocates her, squeezes her tight. Carlos is at her feet; the dog lifts his head, and licks her ankles. It makes her cry harder.
She wants her back.
Please. Just give her back.
A/N: A very short, short little quick drabble.