Disclaimer: I dont own Prison Break, no matter how much I try to tell myself I do.
A lamp was switched on creating a dull glow through the bedroom of an apartment. The distant sound of police cars and helicopters leaked through the window which showed the night to be cloudy, blocking out any moon or star light.
An item was lying on the queen size bed where it had been carefully placed 20 minutes ago. Laying there innocently it had been the object of attention for the person occupying the room. No longer able to hold herself back, Sara Tancredi reached out, events running like film in her mind that led to this moment.
"Your father has left, Sara" her mother said straight-up.
"Wha….What do you mean?"
The 12 year old Sara said, knowing perfectly well what she meant but not wanting to believe it. She had seen this coming for a long time now and was actually surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Sara growing up was never one to be fooled into believing the fairy tales where Prince Charming would come, save the girl and then they would live happily ever after. She knew that families broke apart and horrible stuff would happen and that Prince Charming couldn't exist because he would never come to the aid of these people. And if he did exist then he was a jerk, only after the princesses and leaving everybody else to there unsure futures.
"The bastard decided with his political career rising that he is too good for us, so he packed and moved in with that slut of a secretary." Sara's mother said, slurring some of her words, she had obviously been drinking again.
"Oh" Sara didn't know how to react or what to say so she walked upstairs into her room and shut the door behind her. She deposited her school bag in her cupboard and sat by her window. Down stairs came a crash as a bottle was thrown at the wall and Sara doing what she always did in times like this, opened her window and climbed onto the top of the roof. She sat there as night fell and didn't come back inside until late in the night when she was sure her mother had passed out.
With the weeks to come after her learning of her father's departure, Sara had been greatly disappointed. She had expected her father to fight for the right to see her, to fight for custody of her but her hopes had been too high. He had offered to pay child support and for any education or necessity that she needed. Sara didn't care for any of that. What she wanted was to see her father, to spend time with him at the lake or zoo like she used too. Whenever she would ask when he would come pick her up for a day out together he would always say he was too busy at the moment but promise that he would do it soon. She soon gave up hope of this ever happening after her 13th birthday when he didn't turn up. He had sent her a present but Sara in her disappointment threw the present in the bin without even looking at the card or what was inside the wrapping.
Sara as she grew older felt herself getting more depressed. Climbing onto the roof was no longer giving her the release it used too. She had become resentful of her father. He would only call when something would come up, when Sara would get in trouble at school. Sara hated that he would just ignore her and then think he could be at her throat whenever he wanted too. This made Sara rebellious and she would hang out with people who were less then model citizens knowing her father would not approve.
Although she was more rebellious in her personal life, it was like she was a different person in her school life. She would always make sure that she could get the highest marks at school and would never miss a class. She might not be perfect like Prince Charming but she was going to make sure she could do a hell of a better job then him at helping people.
Sara had graduated at the top off her class and went on the university at Northwestern deciding to pursue a career in medicine after helplessly watching a friend die from a drug overdose. Sara flew through the university but was also sinking deeper into her depression. It was like quicksand the more she struggled to fight it the deeper and more wedged in it she would become.
After completing her course in medicine, she soon got a job at the local hospital. They never said it to her but she got the feeling she only obtained the job because of her last name. A few months later after a child was rushed to the hospital after being hit by a car Sara soon discovered a means of release. She had to give the boy morphine to block out the pain of the extensive injuries and had been shattered when he died in the OR a few hours later. Sara felt so much pain from her depression and the loss of a young life that before she knew it she had shut herself inside the storage room and plunged the cold needle point loaded with morphine into her arm. If morphine could block out pain for injuries so severe, it could block out simple emotional pain.
From that moment on Sara never thought twice about using morphine and would be anxiously waiting for her the next time she could feel the sting of the needle penetrating her skin. It blocked out the pain she had felt all her life, making her carefree, never lingering on negative thoughts.
The day when she had been out walking with one of her junky boyfriends had been a turning point. She had just dosed up on morphine when a boy rode out in front of a car and was struck. She had approached the scene, everyone expecting her to save this boy but she couldn't comprehend the situation until her boyfriend tried to drag her away. She then realised that she had failed, that she was not who she wanted to be, she had made herself helpless to the community.
Sara ditched her boyfriend and all her old friends determined to start new. She had been dismissed from her job after it had been discovered that she had been stealing drugs and handing them out to people as well as self ministering them, much to her father's disapproval.
18 months later Sara decided to stop her weekly meetings to help her kick drugs. She hadn't used all that time and was sure she could continue without them. At the meeting she said how she felt joy from not using drugs and had watched as everyone smiled happy that she had overcome a great obstacle in her life.
Nice acting she thought to herself, knowing deep down inside she was still yearning for a fix, that she had just locked all her emotional issues in a small corner of her mind knowing one day they would burst back out. But for now she was fine and that was all that mattered.
A few weeks after Brad Bellick referred her to work at the Fox River, Sara was sitting comfortable in her new career. Sometimes Sara would feel her old issues trying to surface but she would always busy herself giving them no time to bother her.
1 year after Sara obtained a job at Fox River, she soon found herself becoming addicted to a new drug in the form of a convict named Michael Scofield. He was so mysterious (not to mention good looking) and Sara wondered how a man with his past could end up in a place like this. He wasn't like many of the other people in this place and continually would be turning up with injuries. Sara made it her mission to help him out and do what she could for him. Sara's addiction to know all about him was sealed after he saved her in the riots, he had turned up like, dare she say it, Prince Charming and taken her out of a horrible situation.
Michael was like the morphine, she knew she shouldn't have the addiction but the more she learned about him, the harder it was to stay away. Michael could be far more dangerous then the drug which was a small thrill for her.
Even after yesterday, after he had kissed her (which she had greatly enjoyed no matter how much she tried to deny) and then had the nerve to get his 'wife' to steal her keys, she had still remained intrigued by Michael although slightly more cautious about letting her guard down. She was now curious whether he was a drug addict like she had been and would be disappointed if that was indeed the truth. She didn't want him to be flawed like she was; she tried to ignore the fact that he robbed a bank armed.
But today she had had received the shock that Michael had been using her the whole time. After discovering the cold hard truth, Sara was so furious she didn't care for any excuse Michael gave her. Sara left the office before she could show her emotions but as soon as the door shut behind her, all her old issues began resurfacing and Sara could no longer hold them back down.
Sara sat in the Brehon Pub, staring into the glass of alcohol her mind swarming with thoughts.
"Was it all an act?"
"At first, yes."
Asshole. How had she been so stupid not to look past his act? All she ever got from cons were acts and charm, why had she so blindly not seen his. Sara looked at the drink in front of her and knew this wasn't what she wanted.
The revelation of her father that came on the TV moments later got her head straight. Sara attention was now on Lincoln, who by memory had never tried to charm her or act falsely around her. Sara was sure of his innocence, and now questioned whether there was some cover up behind the shooting.
Sara went and confronted her dad but the outing left her feeling lower then she had in years.
"I will not discuss morality with an addict and a thief"
The thoughts of the past day playing out in her mind as she walked along the water edge. Oh how she hated her father sometimes. Sara feeling like her 16 year old self wanted to defy him, she wanted to the opposite of what he would want her to do. Also the thought of Lincoln, remembering him being strapped to that chair was a very motivating factor for what she about to do.
Sara pulled up to Fox River, the adrenaline building up helping her to continue without questioning what she was doing.
"Sara what are doing back here" Louis asked as Sara approached the infirmary.
"Um…I um.. left my house keys in the infirmary, I've just come back to get them." Sara said saying the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh ok then" Louis said smiling and walking off in a different direction. Sara grabbed her keys and pushed them into the lock on the infirmary door. The soft sound of a click met Sara's ears as she turned the key. Sara withdrew the key and turned around ready to get the hell out of here but she found herself planted on the spot.
Sara breathing became deeper and a cold sweat began. Sara turned back around and looked inside the dark infirmary.
When Sara jumped back in her car, she pulled it into reverse and quickly sped away from Fox River determined to get home and put this whole day behind her. Fox River infirmary sat there as always but it was a couple of items shorter then it had been an hour ago.
When Sara reached home she unlocked her door but as she walked through she did not lock it like every other night. She walked though her house not turning a light on until she reached her bedroom where she turned on her bedside lamp. Sara then opening her handbag fished around for one of the stolen objects. With her hands falling upon them, Sara sighed and pulled it out, her pupils dilating as she looked back at the needle loaded with morphine in her hand.
Sara placed the needle on her bed and sat back staring at it, hoping that just looking at it would be enough to satisfy her. Sara soon found the longer she stared at it, the more she craved for it. All events of her life playing through her mind drowning her. No longer able to resist Sara reached out and clamped her hands around the syringe.
Where are you now Prince Charming? Sara thought as point of the needle penetrated her skin.
Authors notes: This my first ever fanfiction please be nice. Any helpful critisim will be appreciated.