A/N...ok so this is my first ever fanfiction so please read and review! This
story didn't start out as having anything to do with POTC but it sort of
turned into one. They all seem to do that for some reason...I wonder why?
Ok anyway on with the story!!! All reviews, nasty or nice, are greatly
accepted!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with POTC...unfortunately sniff sniff BUT I do have the film on DVD and soundtrack!!! Does that count???....no? Poo. Ok sop I don't own Jack sniff or Will sniff or the Black Pearl...BUT I DO own Annie!!! She's my little character...ok maybe not so little!
Ok I'm going to shut up now! Here is the story!! Read, enjoy (hopefully) and REVIEW (please!!)
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Chapter one: She's dead
I sat alone not wanting to face the truth. The sounds of the corridor filled my ears. The squeak of a bed, the scream of a woman. There was a woman kneeling beside me. She had cold hands, they chilled my soul.
Squeak squeak squeak.
Why won't it shut up? Why can't it leave me alone? She was talking...softly, quietly, slowly. I couldn't hear her.
Squeak squeak squeak.
Why can't I be left in peace? The smell of dinner made my stomach turn. I felt sick, ill.
Squeak squeak squeak.
Can't someone stop that? My hands were being held. It was the woman...why was she still here? She was still talking, murmuring in that quiet voice of hers. Why was she talking to me? Why would I want to listen to her?
Squeak squeak squeak...
"SHUT UP!" I yelled "shut up I can't take it anymore stop that damned squeaking"
It stopped. I had stopped it. I blinked and looked around. The woman was looking at me with pity and so was the rest of the corridor. All those faces...those patronising faces. Why? I turned to my coat which hung limply by my side and picked it up. I walked into the room where my mother was. She wasn't there. Neither was my sister, my baby sister. So I turned and went home.
They all stared at me. But I didn't care. They told me to phone my dad. But he wouldn't care either. They tried to stop me, they said I was too young. But I really didn't care.
I sat at home and stared at my wall. All those posters, all the men I had devoted my teenage hood to. They couldn't help me now. The phone was ringing.
"MUM!! Will you get that..." no wait she wasn't there. They told me she had gone to live with the Angels and God with my little sister. They patronised me, as if I didn't know that she was dead! Dead...mum?
I woke up the next morning lying in the same place where I had slumped the night before. My clothes stuck to me in an uncomfortable way. Why was I awake so early? There was someone at the door, that's why. Goddammed door. I grumbled and stood up. I thought I'd be worse than this. My mum was dead and I was acting like it was a school day. School!!! I was late!!! I threw on my clothes and grabbed my bag pushing the death of my only family out of my head. The person at the door was getting angrier.
"YES IM COMING!" stupid person whoever it was. Brian...the guy from next door.
"Why are you so late? We should have left ages ago! How's your mum, did she have the baby yet?"
Mum and the baby. That's all he ever talked about. You'd think that he didn't have a wife and kids of his own the way he went on about mum. He was staring at me.
"I'd rather not talk about it" I murmured.
"She's not had it yet then?" he looked disappointed.
"I guess you could say that"
We travelled to school. The journey was long and I felt ill again. It must be the leather seats of his. He thinks he's so it with his leather seats always flaunting them about like they were God's own crown.
"Why don't you talk more? You never have been the chatty type have you?"
I ignored him. The truth is I love to talk. I just don't like talking to the ignorant people of this world. I sit at home and watch my films, I read my stories. That's where I can escape from this hell I live in. One of my favourites...Pirates of the Caribbean. The best film ever. Pirates are people who I can relate to. They love adventure, ships and the sea. They seem like the best people to be around. Mum always used to go on at me all the time 'Its all Pirates this and Pirates that with you Annie'...mum. Why did you...
"Are you listening to me? Annie?? Oh I give up with you girl."
Eccentric old fool. He run's me to school everyday in exchange for one of mum's cherry pies per week. I don't know why he does it. He doesn't like me and I don't like him.
We arrived at school finally. I got out and slammed the door in his face not wanting to say 'thank you' to such a jerk as he. I passed through the school gates. Why was I here? Of all places?
The comments started 'oooh Annie's in school I'd watch out she'll give you the quiet disease', 'Annie's gonna marry pirates because she smells'. They are so pathetic. Why would I marry pirates if I smelt? Usually it doesn't get to me but things were different today. Something inside of me built up...not the pain but the anger. I wanted to kill them...send them to hell so they knew how I was feeling. Why was I feeling like hell? Mum.
I sat behind my school desk and got out my books. Automatically I turned to my pirate page. It was filled with pictures which I had drawn of Jack Sparrow, ships and birds flying free. I wish I was free instead of sitting here. The teacher entered and began the lesson. My book was taken off me. Now what should I do? Mum.
Listen to the teacher that's the best way to get rid of this thing in my head. He droned on and the comments started whispering behind me 'she's actually listening!! BOFFIN!" I looked out the window instead.
It was sunny...mum loved sunny days.
I looked inside. There was the picture of the skeleton from Biology class.
Mum. Black, grass, stone. Everything reminded me of her. Why did she have to go? No concentrate on something else. Flowers.
Mum you said you'd be there for me! No come on think of something else. Black pen.
Mum why did you leave? Snap out of it!!
I was there first...I told you not to have another baby...why didn't you listen to me?? You wanted her even if I didn't. You said we'd be a proper family. You said things would get so much better when she was born. THINGS CAN'T BE BETTER WHEN YOUR DEAD!!! Please don't leave my like this! I'm all-alone. Grans too old and dad doesn't care anymore...why did you have to leave??
I broke down in the middle of class. Tears streamed from my eyes. The teacher came over with that patronising face. The one that makes you shudder and scream inside "IM NOT A BABY!!". I stood up not wanting to hear his voice. No one knew...no one realised how I was feeling. The whole class was gaping at me in awe. I never cried...it was a term that they had gotton used to. I just sulked. But now I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. The murmurs of dull witted classmates filled my ears and they reminded me of the previous night, of the nurse and HER murmurs. What was it she said? I can't remember. My nose was getting runny and I must have looked a state. I didn't care. My legs were running although I don't know where to. Through door after door, down corridor after corridor.
Mum...where are you? The teacher was running after me calling out my name. I just ran faster...I had to escape...I had to get out of this place. The door was in view and I burst out into the sunlight. I stared up into the sky and wondered if that was where she was. Was she in heaven? Was she up there with my little sister enjoying herself? Laughing and pointing...pointing at me? Why was I thinking this way? I loved my mum. She meant the world to me. So why did she have the baby even after I said that it was wrong? I clutched my head and moaned. I had to get these thoughts out of my head. Instead I ran. The cars bustled noisily and the sound of a plain went overhead. My teacher was still running after me. I usually would have laughed at the situation because I was the best at running. I always had been and always will be. I once ran ten miles without stopping so that I could be there when mum married man number two. Mum...
I picked up speed and finally lost my teacher. He collapsed into a heap wheezing unceremoniously. I kept running. I was near my special place right in the middle of the park. I climbed the tree and hid in a hole which I made in the dead bark when I was nine. It was just big enough for me to fit in and I was completely hidden from sight. I always came here whether it was after an argument with mum or whether I was on the run from the police...I never was very good at keeping to the law. I was always in constant 'scrapes' as mum would call it. We used to laugh when I came home late in the evenings being dropped off by a policeman. She was always a good sport.
I sat huddled in the tree. Day became night and night became day.
Two weeks had passed and I scrabbled out of bed clutching my stomach and grumbling. I was starving and there was no way I was going to leave the house to get food. The police had been in search for me since I ran away from school. They had broken down the door to our house and searched for me everywhere. I know because I watched them from the other side of the road. Since then I have been sleeping in an old and deserted warehouse. People are always doing it in films and seeing as I live in the city there are loads of them going so I thought it'd be a perfect way to pass the days. School was no longer an option. They'd take me into care and I'd have to live with a new mum. Well I had a mum...even if she wasn't alive anymore.
I searched the box where I hid the food I had stolen on the first few days before I realised that they were everywhere looking for me. It was a good thing that I wasn't caught that day. Once again my running skills came into practice. It was no good. I needed food and my stomach was growling like an angry pet who wanted attention. There was an old blanket lying in the corner of the room...should I risk it? Fifteen minuets later I was covered in the moth eaten rug and walking quickly towards the nearest shop. It wasn't unusual to see a tramp roaming the streets and nobody had to be any the wiser as to who I was. I passed the park, the block of flats and the cemetery. Then I stopped. Mum had been buried there, I saw the funeral...at a distance. They obviously hoped that I would go so they could capture me and there were two policemen at the funeral along with Brian and a few others. I felt bad for not going and I still hadn't gotten close to mum's grave. Should I go? I peered around me...there was no-one there. The gate swung open by a gust of wind as though it wanted me to go in. I silently passed the graves taking one flower from each bunch that lay upon the mound - hoping that they wouldn't mind. I reached mum. Her grave was covered in flowers and the ones from Brian lay nearest the headstone.
Here Lies
Harriet Magpie
Beloved and devoted mother
Also lies
Milly Magpie
Who was loved so dearly by God that he took her early to
live with him
RIP
I felt a tear form in my eye. She loved the name Milly and wanted it to be my name but my Dad refused. He said it was a silly name that you should call a dog or cat. I reached down to move the flowers that Brian had placed. It was only right that my flowers went nearest the stone even if they were stolen. I stopped and stared down at the patch of land under his flowers. Instead of being the brown of mud it was a hazy blue. What was going on? I moved more flowers...it was the same under them. It shimmered and swirled in the light. My eyes were almost popping...what in hell was it?? I removed all of the flowers from my mothers grave and stared gob- smacked at the swirling blue mist which formed only around her grave. I stared at the other graves...brown mud. I reached down to touch it but paused briefly. It was getting thicker as my hand got nearer. I plunged my hand into it. Immediately I felt a swirling sickness wave over me. My head began to fog up and my vision was going bleary. I couldn't remove my hand from it! What was happening to me? The world began to spin and grow darker. I was falling through air trying to scream. But nothing came out of my mouth. It grew darker and darker until I gave into the pressing darkness that surrounded me and knew no more.
The sound of gently lapping waves hit me and I rolled over trying to get back to sleep. I was having the most bizarre dream that I was falling through the air in the dense darkness. Someone had their hand on my shoulder and was shaking me viciously. I began to open my eyes slowly to stare at the room around me. Immediately I sat bolt upright. Where was I?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with POTC...unfortunately sniff sniff BUT I do have the film on DVD and soundtrack!!! Does that count???....no? Poo. Ok sop I don't own Jack sniff or Will sniff or the Black Pearl...BUT I DO own Annie!!! She's my little character...ok maybe not so little!
Ok I'm going to shut up now! Here is the story!! Read, enjoy (hopefully) and REVIEW (please!!)
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Chapter one: She's dead
I sat alone not wanting to face the truth. The sounds of the corridor filled my ears. The squeak of a bed, the scream of a woman. There was a woman kneeling beside me. She had cold hands, they chilled my soul.
Squeak squeak squeak.
Why won't it shut up? Why can't it leave me alone? She was talking...softly, quietly, slowly. I couldn't hear her.
Squeak squeak squeak.
Why can't I be left in peace? The smell of dinner made my stomach turn. I felt sick, ill.
Squeak squeak squeak.
Can't someone stop that? My hands were being held. It was the woman...why was she still here? She was still talking, murmuring in that quiet voice of hers. Why was she talking to me? Why would I want to listen to her?
Squeak squeak squeak...
"SHUT UP!" I yelled "shut up I can't take it anymore stop that damned squeaking"
It stopped. I had stopped it. I blinked and looked around. The woman was looking at me with pity and so was the rest of the corridor. All those faces...those patronising faces. Why? I turned to my coat which hung limply by my side and picked it up. I walked into the room where my mother was. She wasn't there. Neither was my sister, my baby sister. So I turned and went home.
They all stared at me. But I didn't care. They told me to phone my dad. But he wouldn't care either. They tried to stop me, they said I was too young. But I really didn't care.
I sat at home and stared at my wall. All those posters, all the men I had devoted my teenage hood to. They couldn't help me now. The phone was ringing.
"MUM!! Will you get that..." no wait she wasn't there. They told me she had gone to live with the Angels and God with my little sister. They patronised me, as if I didn't know that she was dead! Dead...mum?
I woke up the next morning lying in the same place where I had slumped the night before. My clothes stuck to me in an uncomfortable way. Why was I awake so early? There was someone at the door, that's why. Goddammed door. I grumbled and stood up. I thought I'd be worse than this. My mum was dead and I was acting like it was a school day. School!!! I was late!!! I threw on my clothes and grabbed my bag pushing the death of my only family out of my head. The person at the door was getting angrier.
"YES IM COMING!" stupid person whoever it was. Brian...the guy from next door.
"Why are you so late? We should have left ages ago! How's your mum, did she have the baby yet?"
Mum and the baby. That's all he ever talked about. You'd think that he didn't have a wife and kids of his own the way he went on about mum. He was staring at me.
"I'd rather not talk about it" I murmured.
"She's not had it yet then?" he looked disappointed.
"I guess you could say that"
We travelled to school. The journey was long and I felt ill again. It must be the leather seats of his. He thinks he's so it with his leather seats always flaunting them about like they were God's own crown.
"Why don't you talk more? You never have been the chatty type have you?"
I ignored him. The truth is I love to talk. I just don't like talking to the ignorant people of this world. I sit at home and watch my films, I read my stories. That's where I can escape from this hell I live in. One of my favourites...Pirates of the Caribbean. The best film ever. Pirates are people who I can relate to. They love adventure, ships and the sea. They seem like the best people to be around. Mum always used to go on at me all the time 'Its all Pirates this and Pirates that with you Annie'...mum. Why did you...
"Are you listening to me? Annie?? Oh I give up with you girl."
Eccentric old fool. He run's me to school everyday in exchange for one of mum's cherry pies per week. I don't know why he does it. He doesn't like me and I don't like him.
We arrived at school finally. I got out and slammed the door in his face not wanting to say 'thank you' to such a jerk as he. I passed through the school gates. Why was I here? Of all places?
The comments started 'oooh Annie's in school I'd watch out she'll give you the quiet disease', 'Annie's gonna marry pirates because she smells'. They are so pathetic. Why would I marry pirates if I smelt? Usually it doesn't get to me but things were different today. Something inside of me built up...not the pain but the anger. I wanted to kill them...send them to hell so they knew how I was feeling. Why was I feeling like hell? Mum.
I sat behind my school desk and got out my books. Automatically I turned to my pirate page. It was filled with pictures which I had drawn of Jack Sparrow, ships and birds flying free. I wish I was free instead of sitting here. The teacher entered and began the lesson. My book was taken off me. Now what should I do? Mum.
Listen to the teacher that's the best way to get rid of this thing in my head. He droned on and the comments started whispering behind me 'she's actually listening!! BOFFIN!" I looked out the window instead.
It was sunny...mum loved sunny days.
I looked inside. There was the picture of the skeleton from Biology class.
Mum. Black, grass, stone. Everything reminded me of her. Why did she have to go? No concentrate on something else. Flowers.
Mum you said you'd be there for me! No come on think of something else. Black pen.
Mum why did you leave? Snap out of it!!
I was there first...I told you not to have another baby...why didn't you listen to me?? You wanted her even if I didn't. You said we'd be a proper family. You said things would get so much better when she was born. THINGS CAN'T BE BETTER WHEN YOUR DEAD!!! Please don't leave my like this! I'm all-alone. Grans too old and dad doesn't care anymore...why did you have to leave??
I broke down in the middle of class. Tears streamed from my eyes. The teacher came over with that patronising face. The one that makes you shudder and scream inside "IM NOT A BABY!!". I stood up not wanting to hear his voice. No one knew...no one realised how I was feeling. The whole class was gaping at me in awe. I never cried...it was a term that they had gotton used to. I just sulked. But now I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. The murmurs of dull witted classmates filled my ears and they reminded me of the previous night, of the nurse and HER murmurs. What was it she said? I can't remember. My nose was getting runny and I must have looked a state. I didn't care. My legs were running although I don't know where to. Through door after door, down corridor after corridor.
Mum...where are you? The teacher was running after me calling out my name. I just ran faster...I had to escape...I had to get out of this place. The door was in view and I burst out into the sunlight. I stared up into the sky and wondered if that was where she was. Was she in heaven? Was she up there with my little sister enjoying herself? Laughing and pointing...pointing at me? Why was I thinking this way? I loved my mum. She meant the world to me. So why did she have the baby even after I said that it was wrong? I clutched my head and moaned. I had to get these thoughts out of my head. Instead I ran. The cars bustled noisily and the sound of a plain went overhead. My teacher was still running after me. I usually would have laughed at the situation because I was the best at running. I always had been and always will be. I once ran ten miles without stopping so that I could be there when mum married man number two. Mum...
I picked up speed and finally lost my teacher. He collapsed into a heap wheezing unceremoniously. I kept running. I was near my special place right in the middle of the park. I climbed the tree and hid in a hole which I made in the dead bark when I was nine. It was just big enough for me to fit in and I was completely hidden from sight. I always came here whether it was after an argument with mum or whether I was on the run from the police...I never was very good at keeping to the law. I was always in constant 'scrapes' as mum would call it. We used to laugh when I came home late in the evenings being dropped off by a policeman. She was always a good sport.
I sat huddled in the tree. Day became night and night became day.
Two weeks had passed and I scrabbled out of bed clutching my stomach and grumbling. I was starving and there was no way I was going to leave the house to get food. The police had been in search for me since I ran away from school. They had broken down the door to our house and searched for me everywhere. I know because I watched them from the other side of the road. Since then I have been sleeping in an old and deserted warehouse. People are always doing it in films and seeing as I live in the city there are loads of them going so I thought it'd be a perfect way to pass the days. School was no longer an option. They'd take me into care and I'd have to live with a new mum. Well I had a mum...even if she wasn't alive anymore.
I searched the box where I hid the food I had stolen on the first few days before I realised that they were everywhere looking for me. It was a good thing that I wasn't caught that day. Once again my running skills came into practice. It was no good. I needed food and my stomach was growling like an angry pet who wanted attention. There was an old blanket lying in the corner of the room...should I risk it? Fifteen minuets later I was covered in the moth eaten rug and walking quickly towards the nearest shop. It wasn't unusual to see a tramp roaming the streets and nobody had to be any the wiser as to who I was. I passed the park, the block of flats and the cemetery. Then I stopped. Mum had been buried there, I saw the funeral...at a distance. They obviously hoped that I would go so they could capture me and there were two policemen at the funeral along with Brian and a few others. I felt bad for not going and I still hadn't gotten close to mum's grave. Should I go? I peered around me...there was no-one there. The gate swung open by a gust of wind as though it wanted me to go in. I silently passed the graves taking one flower from each bunch that lay upon the mound - hoping that they wouldn't mind. I reached mum. Her grave was covered in flowers and the ones from Brian lay nearest the headstone.
Here Lies
Harriet Magpie
Beloved and devoted mother
Also lies
Milly Magpie
Who was loved so dearly by God that he took her early to
live with him
RIP
I felt a tear form in my eye. She loved the name Milly and wanted it to be my name but my Dad refused. He said it was a silly name that you should call a dog or cat. I reached down to move the flowers that Brian had placed. It was only right that my flowers went nearest the stone even if they were stolen. I stopped and stared down at the patch of land under his flowers. Instead of being the brown of mud it was a hazy blue. What was going on? I moved more flowers...it was the same under them. It shimmered and swirled in the light. My eyes were almost popping...what in hell was it?? I removed all of the flowers from my mothers grave and stared gob- smacked at the swirling blue mist which formed only around her grave. I stared at the other graves...brown mud. I reached down to touch it but paused briefly. It was getting thicker as my hand got nearer. I plunged my hand into it. Immediately I felt a swirling sickness wave over me. My head began to fog up and my vision was going bleary. I couldn't remove my hand from it! What was happening to me? The world began to spin and grow darker. I was falling through air trying to scream. But nothing came out of my mouth. It grew darker and darker until I gave into the pressing darkness that surrounded me and knew no more.
The sound of gently lapping waves hit me and I rolled over trying to get back to sleep. I was having the most bizarre dream that I was falling through the air in the dense darkness. Someone had their hand on my shoulder and was shaking me viciously. I began to open my eyes slowly to stare at the room around me. Immediately I sat bolt upright. Where was I?