Disclaimer: Same old, Same old. All characters are not mine and I promise I will give them back in one piece.
A/N: I am seriously peeved at the fact that Cassie was not at Janets funeral, I mean shes her daughter for cryin out loud! And they didn't invite her? I'm quite sure Cass would have gone, so why didn't she? well here is my revenge. Also notice how everyone around Cass suddenly drop like flies? Well they do, and so hence the name if this fic.
The Cassandra Effect
Cassie said that she wanted to be there, she wanted to see the last memorial and farewell to her mum, be no-one had listened.
Sam had come over to see how she was, to check if she was alright, but that was all. No admission to the mountain, no "hey do you want to come along?" Had she been forgotten? This made her pissed. Not just a little but so angry that she threw the phone out the front window, smashing the glass. Then she lost it. She was out of control and that's how it started. Down went the lamp stand, CD rack on the ground, CDs pegged at the wall then tiny bits of music raining down on to the carpet. Anything and everything that could be tossed, turned or broken was.
Somehow she ended up at the broken window. Touching the shards of glass still left, hanging in the frame, she accidentally cut a deep gash in her finger.
Cass sank to her knees just staring at the blood that dripped out of it. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around at the destruction she had caused to Janets things.
"god I'm sorry mum, I'm real sorry" she cried out. Tears flowed out her eyes like a cascading waterfall.
And there she sat, eyes closed in an attempt to keep her salty tears in, waiting for Jan to come home, yet knowing that she never could. A soft hand brushed against her cheek, or was it just the warm summer breeze going, flowing, through the broken window?
Her brain sensed pain, from her heart? No. from her finger, it hadn't stopped bleeding. Slowly she got up and walked, feet dragging, to the bathroom where she found a bandage. Somehow after that, Cassie had found her way to Janets bedroom and finally, Jans bed. There she tried immensely hard to stem the blood pouring out her cut, but is was too hard for the longer she tried to apply the bandage the more memories that brought more tears came.
"God she was such a doctor, always there for her patients, friends and more importantly, her family – even if I just wanted to talk, she would come round from work" Now she couldn't stop herself. She lay down on Janets bed, begging for the pain to go away. She knew that it was her fault. All the people she knew and cared for always ended up dying. Janet, Daniel, her real mum, her siblings, her whole damn planet. Her fault.