WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMER:
*There are several OCs in this. Don't like, don't read.
*There will be mild language. Don't like, don't read.
*There is also character death. Don't like, don't read.
** I do not own the Sisters Grimm or any other copyrighted material. So... yeah. **
Longer A/N at the end.
On Sunday, March 26th at 5:10 p.m., my father came over for dinner.
On Sunday, March 26th at 8:38 p.m., my father left for his home.
On Sunday, March 26th at 9:00 p.m., my father arrived home.
On Sunday, March 26th at 9:17 p.m., my father shot himself in the head
I'm a very blunt person. You can see that above, as I just described the death of my father in less than seventy words. I'm very unlike my sister, Katie, who would have taken four chapters and ten-thousand words just to say the date and time. Sometimes I wonder how the two of us could possibly be related. I guess it's possible, since our parents were nothing alike either.
My mother, Sharon Lu, is amazing. She has black hair, stylishly cut short, and black eyes that pop against her pale skin. She is a fantastic cook and always keeps the house in immaculate condition, as if she suspects the President and his wife to come over for dinner any day. There's a trace of a Chinese accent in her voice, and when she's mad she sometimes starts speaking it. She has an amazing voice otherwise, and she has this grace to her that always made it look like she was dancing. However, she's a rather serious person. Not serious like me, because while my sense of humor can just be described as "dry humor", she doesn't have a sense of humor to begin with.
My father, Robin Goodfellow, was the picture of a classic American guy. He had blonde hair and eyes that seemed to bounce back and forth from green to blue, as if they couldn't decide what color to be. He was a bit of a slob, and depended on my Mom to keep their life in order. He slept in until noon on the weekends, whereas Mom thinks of it as a sin to wake up after seven (this made for two rather unhappy kids every morning when I was growing up). But maybe the biggest difference between my mother and father is that Dad had a great sense of humor. He was always playing jokes on Katie and I growing up, telling us crazy things like that every Saturday he visited the Moon, or that carrots were really the severed off fingers if orange gnomes. He was a generally happy man, and that's why we were all shocked when we discovered what he did.
It was Katie who found him. She came to visit him Monday morning, on her way home from the supermarket. Mom had been away visiting a friend for a few days, and my sister and I were trying to keep our dad company while she was away. She didn't knock or anything, just kind of barged in (Katie's like that), and called his name. When he didn't answer, she became worried, wandering down the halls calling his name.
He was in the bedroom. That's all Katie will tell me. I'm guessing she probably screamed and ran out to call 911 and Mom and I, but I don't really know. Katie kind of goes quiet after she gets to the part about finding Dad.
I was on my way to work when she called.
"Okay, I'm leaving now!"
My voice echos across our apartment, presumably getting to my fiancé of 7 months, Karlos. I hear footsteps rush from our bedroom to the front door as he comes to bid me good-bye.
Karlos is 26, a year older than me. He has black hair and black eyes, and tanned skin the color of carmel. He stands at almost 6' 5", and has to lean down to kiss me good-bye (I inherited the short gene from my Mother, and stand at only 5'). His lips taste like drool and Crest toothpaste.
"What time are you home tonight?" He asks this as grabs the pile of books and folders from my hands so I can open the door. When I became a physical therapist, I didn't know I'd be carrying so many books around all the time. I grab my hand to the doorknob and twist, grabbing my things back from Karlos and pulling to door open.
"6ish... if all goes well. My last appointment is with a difficult patient- bad burns up both his legs- and I might run late, so don't panic if I'm not back through the door by then."
Karlos stands there for a moment before deciding to walk me to the elevator. When I give him a look (he's planning on walking down a hallway that's most of the time filled with Armani suits in Spider Man boxers and a wife-beater with a suspicious stain on the front), he just shrugs.
"Who's going to push the buttons for you?"
I grin and we walk to the elevator together, him pushing the button I needed to get down to my car. At that moment, my phone beeps.
Handing my stack back over to Karlos, I yank my phone out of my back pocket. "This better not be a last minute change..."
It ends up being a last minute change, but not for my job.
For my life.
Of course, I rushed down to the hospital the minute I hung up the phone, but I was still too late. He was dead long before the time I got there- in fact I'll be bold, and say sometimes I think he was dead before he even shot himself.
The thing is, we'll never know the real story. I mean, we know some things for fact- like the things Sabrina told us were true, or the things we read in the journal. We may never know what exactly prompted my father to kill himself, or what happened that fateful night in December. But we will know one thing...
On Sunday, March 26th, when my father shot himself, we were in for one hell of a ride.
A/N: What did you think? Did I do a fantasticabulous job, or a craptastic one?
A word on ages and time period: For this, we're assuming Sabrina & Puck were 12 in 2011. This means Puck was in his 50s if I did the math right. The narrator (Have I said her name yet?) is 25. That makes Katie 22. As for the time period, we're assuming there have been no major advances in technology or war or anything, and that life is fairly similar to life today. I might drop the mention on something like, "The iPhone 24" (Though hopefully they'll have better names by then) every now and then, but other than that it's pretty much the same.
Also, every OC in this will be named after someone significant in my life. Just thought I'd mention that...
(So for those of you who know me, you probably know who the narrator is now :D)
Next chapter will be out in two weeks, maybe one is I have enough time.
Now that all that seriousness is outta the way, how are we all? (I'm good, thanks for asking) This would've been out a long long long time ago, but a horrifying chain of events including the beginning of school and a computer crash prevented me from doing so. Also, FF wouldn't let me log on for about a week.
Oh the glory of bad luck...
I'm gonna be posting a big amount of 'Moments' prompts, as well as making a big announcement that I know many of you will like, soon. So be on the look out for that!
Oh, wait, I did say the other character's name in the summary. Okay then. :)
~S