Mockingbird
Hush little baby don't you cry, everything's going to be alright"Shh, quiet Sadia, daddy has a headache and you have a wail that can break glass," Roy whispered, exhausted, trying to calm his crying…well, screaming daughter without much success. The words may have been cruel but with the volume of Sadia's cries and the fact that she had been going at this bitch for close to four hours after giving Roy only two hours of sleep he felt justified.
He sat in the window seat of the nursery, rocking his daughter, or at least attempting to while trying to keep from falling either asleep or out of the window seat. "Shh, please, Sadia…" he whispered, close to crying himself, frustration and exhaustion trying his patience, frying his nerves.
Sadia's wails just grew in pitch, finally breaking Roy and he leaned back against the wall, shoulders shaking as he cried along with his daughter, though at a much more respectable volume.
"Riza...help me," he whispered brokenly as tears streamed down his cheeks, hitting his daughter's face, mixing with her own.
It had been years since father and daughter cried on that cold, cold December night, but both were still prone to tears, inexplicable crying fits that would leave them both broken and shaking. Although while one performed these in public, often causing a panic amongst those around her, the other confined them to his bedroom, late at night when the silence was pressing down around him and the dawn was a long time in coming.
December was a bad month.
They wouldn't even cry. Just stare into the distance, often holding onto each other as if protecting the other from a cold no one else could feel, trying to keep the other from breaking apart into even smaller fragments then they already were.
She had been buried in December, condemned to the cold, frozen earth before she had even heard her child's first cry.
The blood stained snow had long since melted away, the case file shelved amongst other equally sad but unsolvable cases, forgotten, dusted on a shelf somewhere in the bowls of Central's Investigations Department.
And all that's was left were two broken souls and a muted mockingbird.
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why…
