After watching "Glass" I wanted to add some sort of continuation that I wanted to explore and hopefully a lot of fans of this trilogy would enjoy. This is admittedly very different from what I normally write, you can look at my other stories for the evidence. But I really want to do this. So, this does take place after the events of "Glass" and it focuses on an OC named Gabby. I do plan on including existing characters-I all ready have a couple of ideas for how to bring in Casey Cooke. But I'm taking the "Unbreakable" route and go slow with the story. For a lack of a better title for this story, let's just name it after the city that all of the movies take place in.
Philadelphia
Gabby put the last box down on her bed. Letting out a slow, deep sigh, she looked around her new room. Surrounded by a sea of grey, several cardboard boxes are spread out all over the room. Since her mom couldn't afford any movers, she had to carry all of the old stuff from their old home that they could move into here. She was all ready exhausted, taking a seat on the edge of the bare mattress and laying on her back for several minutes.
As she lay there, she lazily stared at the light bulb above her head. She didn't turn it on, so she was greeted with a dull bulb devoid of electrical heat for the time being. She felt herself starting to gain some strength back and slowly got back on her feet and started unpacking. She started by putting her bedding and bed sheets on the mattress. She then started putting clothes in her drawer and closet.
She didn't have anything like dresses or skirts. In her mind, she never really saw herself wearing anything like that. Her father constantly told her she needed to dress like a man, that way he could be sure that she wouldn't turn into a slut like the other girls at school. She thought back to when he first said that to her as she was holding a shirt in her hands. It was a dark blue shirt, one of the few gifts she ever received from him. Thinking about him, remembering those moments, she briefly lost her cool an ripped one of the sleeves on the shirt right off.
Gabby threw the sleeve into one of the empty boxes and finished unpacking her clothes. As she was doing so, her mom slowly walked into her room, showing off a similar tired look on her face.
"You don't have to finish unpacking everything today. Feel free to take your time." She spoke softly. It was a force of habit, back when they still lived in Pittsburgh. Hopefully, a new start in a new city can start to bring out some strength in her mother.
Gabby turned around and nodded. "Yea, I'm feeling pretty tired. I was thinking of turning in early."
She saw a small smile form on her mom's face. "I was thinking the same thing myself. It's been such a long drive…" She rubbed her face with one hand. "So, are you prepared for school?"
"I'm pretty sure. I still have a couple days to go over everything." She knew what her mom was going to suggest before it left her mouth.
"If you want to join any sports, like maybe Track or something, feel free to do it. I want you to know that the option is there if you want it. Would you please consider it?"
"I will." She gave her mom a hug, they said good night to each other, and once again Gabby was all alone in her room. She went back and sat down on the bed. She pulled out her phone-a recent gift from her uncle who helped her mom find a new job-and checked out any recent news updates.
More claims of people being able to achieve superhuman goals. Articles liked this started flooding the internet ever since those videos surfaced earlier this year. It's been months, more than half a year, and everyone still ends up talking about it in nearly every conversation. She never really paid any attention to it back when it first started. She was more concerned with problems that were actually directly happening to her.
But she figures she should start hearing even more about this. After all, these videos were about people that lived in this same city. She came across a couple of online groups that talk about one of them, the only one that seemed to be a hero or whatever. She couldn't quite remember what they called him, but she heard he owned a security store somewhere in town. Maybe she might come across it while she explores the town in the next few weeks.
She plugged her phone in and started getting ready for bed. Exhausted as she was, Gabby worried she might not enough sleep. Bad dreams still plagued her at night. But it has been occurring less frequently, so hopefully it won't be so bad. She lay there, again staring at the ceiling, a dark bulb staring back at her. Slowly, the darkness in the room grew to the point where she couldn't see anything anymore.