Hello, and welcome to my fanfiction. This is kind of a prologue to the actual story. Kind of an eventual Sweenett. Please read and enjoy. :)
Kathryn Carter woke up with a huge pounding in her head. She sat up and tightly clutched it. She felt a little dizzy and her body felt as heavy as lead. What had happened last night? She couldn't remember. She looked around the unfamiliar area surrounding her. She was lying on a stiff cot, and there were white walls everywhere. She looked to her right and saw her little brother, Matthew, lying on a similar cot besides her, fast asleep. What was this place? Where was she?
Kathryn tried to get off the cot but groaned as a shot of pain went through her leg. She removed the blankets to reveal a bleached white cast. What happened to her leg? She could hear heavy footsteps echo down the hall.
"Ah, Kathryn, I see you're awake." A man dressed in white said.
Kathryn opened her mouth to reply, but no sound came out. She couldn't form any words, just barely audible rasping noises. The man chuckled a bit as he poured her a cup of water. He pulled a chair out of the corner of the room and sat besides her cot.
"You went through a lot yesterday," he told her as she chugged the entire cup in one breath.
"Please, call me Katie. And I barely remember." She struggled to say. "Would you mind telling me who you are and where I am?"
"My name," he stated. "Is Dr. Smith. You are in St. Mary's Foster Home and Orphanage. This is their infirmary."
"Orphanage?" she asked her eyes widened. "You don't mea-"
"Your parents are dead," Dr. Smith interrupted with a nod.
Katie could barely believe it.
"My condolences," he continued grimly.
She silently nodded a thank you. It all seemed so clear as the memory flooded back to her, each piece a tiny part of a puzzle making a whole picture.
"You wouldn't mind telling me what happened, now would you?" the doctor asked.
"My father," Katie said expressionless, staring out into space as the scene folded before her inside her head. "He was a big drinker. I guess last night he drank too much. I couldn't fall asleep, the sounds of my mother crying and my father yelling were disturbing, so I ventured down into the living room just in time to see my father pick up a frying pan and slam it across my mother's face." She could feel tears forming in her eyes. "He didn't notice me so he continued beating her. I should've stopped him. It's my fault she's dead now!" Her hands clenched into fists as she let the tears make silver trails down her face.
"Now, now. It wasn't your fault." Dr. Smith said laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. She coldly shrugged it off and continued.
"There was blood everywhere. The sounds of her crunching bones still haunt me, and probably will for coming years. When my Father was finished, she was dead. He turned around and spotted me cowering in the doorway with a horrified look on my face. He drunkenly started to walk towards me. I screamed as loud as I could and ran into my brother's room." Katie looked over to her brother's body, he was sleeping peacefully, as if nothing ever happened. "I picked him up from his bed and cradled him in my arms. I knew that I wasn't going to let him die too. He needed a motherly figure after all, and I was as sure as hell that I wasn't going to leave him there. I tried to run off with him but Father blocked my path. He was holding a candle stick as he slapped me good and hard across the face. It sent me sprawling to the floor. I remember hitting my leg on something, I think it was Mother's rocking chair. I heard something snap and it gave me great pain. I knew I had to get out of there though I wasn't going to let an injury get in my way. When I finally got on my feet, I struggled towards the door. Father tried to stop me from leaving again, but he must've tripped over something, for he fell hard. He let go of the candle as it set his hand, and the carpet on fire. He tried to get it out, but it didn't work. I struggled as fast as I could to the door and just made it out. I remember blinding lights, loud sirens, and my poor baby brother wailing in my arms. The rest is black and blurred."
The two sat in silence for a while, unti lthe peace was broken by her waking brother. Dr. Smith stood up and took Matthew in his arms.
"Where do you think you're going with him?" Katie snapped.
"I'm going to take him to the nursery. TO make sure everything's okay." He replied softly.
She made a small nod as the doctor walked off with the only family she had left. It was at that moment that she swore that nothing would hurt her or her brother. She needed something to remind her that there was still good in the world.
The thing was, when her father kept hitting her mother with the frying pan, she could feel her die. A part of her heart died with her. The part that knew how to love and trust.
I hope you liked the prologue. Please R&R! It will make me feel happy.