Ohhhhh I have this sudden urge to write a really long story consisting of lots of chapters at random lengths and to have characters turned inside out.....not literally guys! But there will be changes! And there will be a magic character or maybe a few ….yeah I haven't decided yet but here is the intro to this ….strange story ….so Phahahahaha evil leprechauns told me to do it!
Fourteen year old Sarah David was sat on the edge of a building, not just any random building it was the building that Kate was killed on. When Sarah first came to the country Kate had adopted her, at the time she had not known of her mother. Whether her birth mother; Ziva David was alive or not was one of the many unanswered questions she had. She had not known of her father at all. When Kate had passed away, Jen had been the one to tell her and the one to be there for her. Soon after she found out that Ziva was her mother. Then she found out that Jethro Gibbs was actually her father. Ziva and Jethro had had an affair back in Israel whilst Gibbs served for the Navy. She never moved back in with her mother or her father. Through fear of her mother rejecting her and the fear of being taken from her mothers arms again. Just like she had been when she was a mere Six years old. She stayed with Jen.
That was until the night that everything begun. The nightmare that she would never forget. The trauma that would haunt her for a million life times. And the consequences that would be more drastic than anyone would realise.....until it was too late!
See thing was Jasper Shepard was alive! Jenny Shepard was in Los Angeles.
The situation that Sarah did not realise until she woke at a little past one am. She got out of her bed, her pyjamas were too big for her but they were comfy. She rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner and padded along to Jen's bedroom. She pushed the door open, "Mom?" she called into the darkness softly, after having a nightmare. She frowned seeing the bed made, and checked the rooms upstairs, she sighed and walked down the stairs. A soft light billowed from beneath the study door and Sarah timidly pushed it open. A man turned to her, "You must be Sarah" he said to her.
Sarah watched him, she was scared, she did not know why this man was here and nor did she know where Jen was, "Where's my mom?" she asked childishly
The man she recognised from the photos as Jasper Shepard laughed, "She my dear, is dead!"
Sarah's face dropped, her eyes filled up with painful tears, "No! No, your lying! She can't be!" she sobbed, her heart breaking inside of her, and the image of a broken child was reflected in her body language and her facial expressions.
Jasper laughed, and turned on the laptop, clicking a few buttons he brought up security footage from what looked like a diner. Sarah cried, screaming out for her mother as she witnessed cruel metal bullets pierce through her mother's chest. The blood flowing from her mother like a river, as the tears flooded from her eyes. She found herself on the floor, on her knees screaming in pain, she wanted her mother to be okay, she was scared, she was terrified and she was only a child.
Jasper looked pleased with himself as he saw his only daughter fall flat on the concrete floor. He flicked off the footage and kicked the sobbing child in the ribs.
Sarah whimpered, "What did you do to her? What did you to my mother?" she cried, holding her ribs, as she backed away from him, shuffling on her behind, she was terrified, she saw the gun in his jacket and her eyes were wide, watching him approach her.
He moved forwards, stalking towards her, he towered above her at over six foot. Her mere five foot figure curled in fear in the corner of her mother's study, as she cried her heart out at the loss of her mother.
He leant forward grabbing a large handful of her hair and throwing her into the middle of the room, he was not gentle with her, nor was he kind to her. She cried and fought to get away from his overpowering body that leered above her. She fought against his restraints and fought against his touches and his advances. She tried to fight but it was pointless.
After he finished with the sobbing child he threw her where he thought no-one would find her. The unconscious and injured girl was thrown under the stairs.
Hours later and she still lay unconscious, broken and beaten beneath the stairs. The door shut, covering her from anyone that entered the home. Or as it should have been called. The crime scene.
Gibbs entered the study, not knowing anyone was in there, he knew there had been a struggle, that much he could tell, but then again Jen may have simply got annoyed with something and lashed out in her office. He lifted the slip of paper from her desk, it simply read 'Dear Jethro' then nothing. She had begun to write a note before leaving but she simply had not known what to write.
As he departed from the large house, he did not check the rooms. He did not check the child's bedroom, and he did not check the room beneath the stairs. He simply lit the match and threw it to the floor of the sitting room, causing the room and soon the house to engulf in a large amount of flames and toxic smoke within seconds of him leaving.
She would awake to see smoke billowing beneath the wooden door. She would try to open the door to find the metal doorknob too hot to touch. She would kick at the door for what seemed like forever until it gave way. She would fight her way through smoke and fire to get out. She would climb out of the study window, holding Jen's scarf in her hand and a bear that she had been given. She would be too numb and too sore to realise the burns on her legs. She would feel to used and to useless to go to the hospital, or to the police or even back to her birth mother.
She walked and walked, until she found herself on the roof top looking out over the city, tears streaming down her face. Her pyjama bottoms burnt to her legs from her ankles to her thighs, raw burns covered the backs of her legs and feet. As she sat on the edge of the building she could think of noting apart from the need to jump. The need to be with her mother and Kate, the desperate need to be dead.
She already felt dead, she felt numb and she cried her heart out as she sat there.
Next Chapter: Who finds her ? Will she get to the hospital in time? Review to find out!