disclaimer: i do not own kingdom hearts. i own lynn. and her mother. and her father. nothing else.
here it is D finally.
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Chapter 1
Lynn laid down on her back on her bed, turning her eyes up to the painted stars on her ceiling. Most of the time, looking at these stars was almost as calming as beholding the real things. Not tonight.
The first shouts of fighting between her parents filtered through the wall behind her headboard. Lynn fixed her gaze on her favorite shooting star and struggled to contain her angry tears. Somehow, her parents screaming at each other affected her as if she was the one being screamed at.
They might as well be, the way I let them carry on, she thought bitterly. The way it was, Lynn had always hid in her room, leaving her parents to the violence of their marital problems. And every single time she lay alone and helpless in the dark, wondering whether she should intervene somehow: jump between them, maybe, or find her father's stash of bottles and pour all of them down the drain. Maybe then they wouldn't fight so much.
The screaming grew in intensity and frequency, gradually growing louder. A shark crack reached Lynn's ears as her father slapped her mother. Lynn flinched as though she had been struck, too. The tears started as more cracks and thumps and foul words barreled through her bedroom wall, muffling the sobs escaping from behind her clenched teeth.
Suddenly, she couldn't stand it anymore. Lynn jumped up, making her bed-springs pulse with the suprising force of her movement. Her tiny shod feet thumped the floor with a furious conviction quite foreign to the petite girl. She almost felt pity that the noise she made was overrode by a larger, heavier thud. She stood, listening to her parents for a moment longer, her hands clenched into fists. Let them go on fighting.
She spun around stiffly, ponytail whipping around her, and faced her bed again. It wasn't the bed she was looking at, however- it was the window behind it. She threw herself over the sheets and kneeled, grasping the frame. She heaved upwards, struggling with all her might to lift the window open. It often stuck, and she'd had to go without a cool breeze on many a summer's night when she had been too afraid to call her father in to help her. No aid was needed now; Lynn, in her fury, had managed to force the window open.
Lynn thrust her head and shoulders outside. She glanced to both sides, checking for any neighbors who might be at their windows, then looked down. The balcony on the second story wasn't that far down. She could escape easily.
A loud crash and the sound of breaking glass made Lynn pause. She turned her head to the right and stared at the wall, as if she could see through it. A roar and one more shattering of glass later, she turned again to the window. She lifted herself to a squatting position. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her feet off the bed.
The window was very wide, so Lynn had no problem swinging her legs around and outside while pivoting her hands to match the motion of her feet. For a moment, she hung from the window frame. She had to move quickly, else she would be seen. She glanced down. The balcony was right below her. After another deep breath, she let go of the windowsill.
After landing on her feet on the balcony, the vault over the railing was easy. Lynn's feet touched the stone of the street in an alleyway of the First District of Traverse Town.
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you like? review if you want. also, if anyone can tell me how to add chapters to a story, that would be just peachy. D i feel like a loser, lol. but this is only my second story and my first was a one-shot. thank you! chapter 2 will be up sometime in the next 2 weeks, ok?