"Chicago PD" Fanfiction
"Darkest Surrender"
Chapter One
Authors Note: Hey, everyone, this is my second "Chicago PD" Fanfiction. It is completely different from the show although some things may be added from it. In this story one will see a different sight of Erin; some from her past before Voight came into her life, but more importantly how Erin becomes a mother. Please give it a try…. Let me know what you think. This story is Rated T just to be on the safe side. I hope this entertains you and you enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it. It is suspenseful, emotional and everything in between.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the show, "Chicago PD" or its amazing and creative characters. I do however own the character of Samantha Rae Davis.
Happy Reading-
All my Love,
Hope
~Erin's Point of View~
It was the second year. I should be used to this so why is it that I am not? I felt sick as the loneliness, tiredness and depression were slowly seeping back into me. I shook my head and swallowed hard, loving the buzz that was currently overtaking. The nice gesture of calming a drink could bring when all else failed; taking a breath, cool nights breeze hitting my skin, wind blowing my brunette hair into my face.
It was contradicting really, despite my mind quickly losing all sense of logic at the increasing buzz I was mustering; it was just that. It is times like these where I find myself; buzzed blissfully in to alcohol oblivion that worries are eased and questions have been answered.
"I ponder my life with great envy
The shadow of death constantly looming inside me-
The anguish of it all sucking the life from me
The right path in life seeming so far
Hitches of breath, desperate to escape my lungs –constriction-
Passion, desire, happily ever after, family- the perfect picture"
I write the truth as painful and bluntly as it comes to mind. It's the action, plan and timing that defeats all things; past that consumes me nightly, frightened little girl living within me. It was the eyes; eyes that bore into an emotionless soul, guarded and forever broken. Someone who internalizes anything and everything, but verbally communicated nothing; confused and bitter at the world for letting such a disgraced act be considered a poor lapse in judgment, an improper act of humanity.
"A poor lapse in judgment" the words angered me as I clenched my fist yet again. This poor girl….
Things were deemed coherent enough to simply lack; the fault not his own. If understood as "miscommunication" it is definite to have been heard. The next set of words made my first clench in fury even more so. The words of an "improper act of humanity" the line used far too often for my liking in these cases. This so called human capable performing an act of hatred, violation and a brutal personal invasion is what this should be described as. This should not be identified as a "humanity" anything. There is nothing human about this. A half way decent human would not commit such a vicious act.
I read the statement again, shocks of pure rage raced through my veins at this displayed before my eyes. My heart breaking more as each word reread in my mind. The poor babe that I was preparing to face in the bright and sunny morn' was going to be pulled into the darkest of her nights again.
~End of chapter one people. I hope you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think. I am so excited about where this story is going to go. Thank you all for taking time to read this and leave a comment.
All my Love,
Hope