Disclaimer: Obviously this is a fan fiction, I do not own new species, I just LOVE them! Thank you Laurann for creating this amazing series!
"Mummy, mummy wake up already, Come on, get up", Im trying to wipe my eyes and try to clear the blurry fog that is my morning. "Ok baby ok, I'm up, I'm up", I swing my legs over the side of the bed and fight off the small person jumping on me and I manage to take a sip of water. Coffee, I needed coffee and stat! "I want cereal, daddy said to ask you". Of course he asked you to ask me, that would be a lot easier than asking me himself, or how about just doing it himself for fucks sake.
"Mummy were going to be late", Jesus why is my son always on time, "im ready your little monkey, have you got your book bag?", "yes, I'll get in the car". "Bye Pete",no answer as always, meh, oh well. "Right what you doing today", "I'm painting and coloring and playing and lots of fun things", "ooo sounds good". I park up and let Sam out, "come on baby, want me to walk you to your desk?", " no just the door mummy, "I'm nearly 5, I'm not a baby". "Ok baby, whatever you say" I say with a grin. Off goes my baby happily chatting to his friends and a feel a warm surge in my heart, God I love that kid.
Lavinia woke up screaming, sweat rolling down her face, making her hair slick and stick to her neck.
I can still feel him, his soft skin that smelt like baby power even years after I had stopped using it, I can still hear his voice echoing in my head, his soft blonde hair that always curled at the crown no matter how much I brushed, his deep green eyes that would look at everything with wonder.
She wiped away the tears that threatened to fall and buried her face into the pillow. "Every fucking night" she sighed. It's the same, the same dream where she drops Sam off at school, off to this death. Her throat is dry and the lump forming is hard to swallow. That day will forever haunt her, "why my baby?"
She rolled over and felt the sweat making her clothes cling to her heavy stomach. It's been 3 years since that day and its fresh in her heart, she feels nothing, she doesn't care about anything. Thank god I'm an artist, id be inept at anything that required thought. Vini's art has been in demand in recent years and seems to be the only way the pain stops at least for a while.
Vini wandered across her small apartment and into the bathroom, her small apartment comprised of a single bedroom, kitchenette and small bathroom, only needed as a base as she travelled most of the time. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed her eyes, stretching out her tired body, taking a large glug of water and a few meds for her impending headache.
She padded her way into the shower; a quick look in the mirror has her musing "well i look like crap", bending down to turn on the taps, she grabs her razor and turns on the hot water, the water smoothes over her fuller body, through her thick dark blonde hair and down her back. Stepping out she applies her cocoa butter liberally and towel dries her hair. After getting dressed in her trusty yoga pants and long t-shirt, she slips on her converse and yanks a brush through her unruly hair fastening it in a faithful topknot.
Today would be a long car journey followed by an exhibit of her art at the NSO reservation. It would seem that since being free the New Species had taken an interest in the arts, learning to play instruments, read music and professionally training to dance. She thought this was fantastic, they had led such hard lives and they deserved to know that human kind had something to offer other than horrible experiments and treating other species as sub human. Even if she felt numb to life, nothing would be the same without Sam, New Species deserved every happiness.
She got together her bag and items needed for the 5 hour drive and made sure her apartment was all locked, she grabbed the most precious piece of her life, a small blanket lovingly knitted in a soft blue with bobbles and ribbon in a Ziploc bag and climbed into the car. She used to love travelling to new places but nowadays she drives in a daze, getting to her destination but not even remembering how she got there.
Her artwork would already be in the makeshift gallery, ready for the exhibit tomorrow evening. She had been told that Justice North was excited to meet her as he felt a special connection to her work, she found this flattering and at a slight spark of excitement she felt shit. She was not allowed to feel excitement or joy not when Sam would feel nothing anymore. Pulling out of the drive and heading onto the motorway she tried to think of what needed to be done to make everything perfect for tomorrow evening.
It was late afternoon when she reached the small town near reservation, with the windows down and her hair blowing around her face. The smell of the large woods and fresh pine since having just had a summer rain were lovely. She breathed in the fresh scents and decided to pull over and take in the quiet and solitude before having to plaster a smile on her face. Her thoughts wandered to Sam as they always did. As she leaned back again the car door and closed her eyes she raised her face to the sky and took deep breathes.
She got the Ziploc bag from her purse and opened it a little, putting her nose into the opening and taking a deep breathe. The familiar smells of baby powder and her son triggered memories of him playing, him smiling. She closed the bag and hugged the Ziploc bundle. Grabbing her pack of Marlboro lights she lit one and took a long drag and blew out the smoke. The slowly setting sun on the horizon creating wonderful colours of deep orange and red in the turquoise sky, she must have been standing there a while as a cold blew across her face and woke her from her daydream.
''Shit'' she hissed, she turned to get into the car since, the sun had gone down and she should have been at the NSO gates already. As she turned the key in the ignition and the car spluttered she cursed again. With the clutch down and the key turning, the engine was doing nothing; she banged the steering wheel and closed her eyes. Just what she fucking needed, it was a few miles to the NSO border, her phone had no signal and her car was fucked. "FUCK".
**Thank you for reading my first chapter, sorry its taken me a while, having two young children on summer holidays and my work its taken a while to get out. This is my first piece of creative writing so please leave me reviews on what I should improve on. Thank you**