The Undoing of Sanity

by The Mad Otter

She see them all, the ghost of who she once was, who she is and wonders why. She wonders where her blonde hair or green eyes have gone. Why the people she loved have disappeared, the strangers she had mourned and experiencing time after time dying.

1. Chapter 1

Title - The Undoing of Sanity

Category - Thor/Avengers

Rating - Teen

Themes - Hurt/Comfort, Friendship

Disclaimer - I do not own anything.

Authors Note - This is a flash-fic, I'm not sure how long each chapter will be or how many chapter there will be but I hope you enjoy it.

Summary - She see them all, the ghost of who she once was, who she is and wonders why. She wonders where her blonde hair or green eyes have gone. Why the people she loved have disappeared, the strangers she had mourned and experiencing time after time dying.

It's a fact that she knew ever since she was a child, perhaps since the born she was 3 years old and gain consciousness, she was different. Actually different not the word, she is abnormal.

She experienced glances of what seem like memories in a old film reel that are not her own, whispers of voices she never heard, sensations she feel that she should have no knowledge about.

But she does.

She experiences exotic flavours, burst of spices and citrus, that a child could never appreciate. She smells pine tree within the city, other smells that that bring the sensation of being home. A home she never had experienced herself. The sensation that she had attempted to walk a million of times, that it seems ingrained into her bones.

Thoughts that her mother is not her mother, that her brother is not her brother. That she knows of but they don't know her.

She feels like she is something more than who she is, that she is more in the grand design than just being Darcy Lewis, that everything is happening at the same time and yet doesn't exist at all.

It's nearly more confusing than the ghost she sees and she cannot wonder why she isn't worried.

She wonders as she watches out the window of her grandmothers house, her brother (or not her brother, she cannot remember) cries in the background clutching their grandmother's waist as their mother dumps their belonging in suitcases, unwilling to even bring them in and drives off in the red pick-up truck.

She had experienced lives with her mother, with a father who didn't abandoned their family before she was born, she had experienced being a mother and a father.

Yet as she clutched her brother hand in her own, comforting the older child as he weeps at the harsh reality. She knows that she can protect both of them.