Avoiding the Past
Disclaimer- I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters, although I would rather like to! No wait LOVE to!!
Authors Note- Hmmmmmm. This is a story set before the Swanns move to Port Royale. It's just gonna start in England and yes there will be Will in it later!! Awww I just love him sooooo much! Anyway you know the drill. R&R and please be nice. This is my first fanfic and helpful criticism would be much appreciated! Oh and I know this is a rather depressing beginning but it was the best place to start the story. So please review!!! Thankies!!!
Chapter One - The Lose of a Loved One
The large richly furnished room was dimly lit. An extremely pale woman could be seen resting in the wooden carved bed. Her red duvet cover was pulled almost to her shoulders and her bony arms hung limply by her side. This image was not the happiest but over the past months nothing but sadness had hung over the Swann household. It was as if no one knew what it was to like to have that glowing feeling deep inside you that made you want to be happy. Feel happy.
Sitting crumbled over in a cushioned chair a man no older twenty-eight clung to her pale hand with a final act of desperation. His facial expression, although hidden from view, was as plain as a sore thumb. Sadness clouded his what used to be obviously joyous eyes and despite his age he looked older than the second male also in the room.
This man was not the saddest present but still felt deeply grieved. Standing stiffly at the end of the bed he watched the depressing display and even though he had tried everything possible the feeling of guilt still managed to edge into his mind. What if there had been another cure? Something he could have found if only he had looked harder. Bowing his head deeply the Doctor could only wonder.
Lost in their thoughts the three adults failed to notice the presence of someone far below their age. Two young slightly tanned hands clung at the wooden doorframe. Their owner, a child no older than five, peered around the door and tried to catch a glimpse of the events taking place. Understanding a lot more than was expected of her, the little girl stepped out from hiding and in a daze walked over to the side of the bed.
Her wide liquid brown eyes were filled with unfallen tears and as she stood beside the bed all eyes were upon her. Blinking back the first tear shed that day she bit her bottom lip and gently took her Mothers hand. Looking into the woman's brown eyes, a mirror image of her own, she crumbled.
"Please don't leave Mama. Please don't leave me."
A small slightly strained smile appeared on the weak woman's lips. In the small amount of time that had passed the colour of her face had drained quickly leaving her even more pale and ill looking. Squeezing the young girls' hand she took a deep breath.
"Lizzie. I will never leave you." With a struggle she raised her bony hand and beckoned the child over. Hugging her close she whispered in her ear. "I will always be with you in your heart."
Nodding her head slightly the little girl closed her eyes and hugged her Mother back tightly. Watching the scene from his spot in the chair the mans eyes shone with emotion as the woman he loved took her last breaths of air and left the world forever. Gasping slightly the child's tears began to flow more steadily.
"No Mama. No."
She clung to her Mothers silken nightgown helplessly. Tears ran in streams down her rosy cheeks and onto her rosebud shaped lips. Standing up from his wooden chair the man motioned for the girl's Nanny to take her away.
The slightly rounded woman gently plied the girl's fingers from the silken dress and tried to restrain the struggling child. Refusing against her Nanny's gestures to leave the room she clung desperately to the bedclothes, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
Without looking up the man strolled out of the room leaving everything he had behind. The girl stopped struggling for a moment and watched her Father exit giving the maid enough time to bundle her up and carry the girl from the room.
Realising what was happening, the child resisted further and when her Nanny continued to hold her strong she attacked by biting her deeply in the arm. Letting go at once the woman began to nurse her wound only glancing up to see the child run down the halls after her Father.
"Daddy! Daddy!" She yelled with desperation.
Moving her tiny legs as fast as she could the five-year-old stumbled down the carpeted hall towards her Fathers private study. But the man continued to ignore the distressed child and closing the door firmly behind him he tried to block out the screams and tears his daughter was sharing. Burying his head in his hands the man listened as the maids reframed the child. After waiting a few moments he opened the large wooden door just in time to see Estrella, Lucy and Margaret leading a tear stricken child with chocolate brown curls into a room.
Even after closing the door once more the image of her face still floated through his mind. Another face almost identical to the first crept into his head also. Tears welled in his dark eyes. That face, the face of his wife. He would never see it again.
Authors Note- Okayies! Tis extremely fluffy I know! But tis a very emotional time what with Lizzie's Mother dieing and her Father ignoring her. And yes it is quite short but I promise to make the next chapters longer so please R&R!!!! Thankies to all!!!
Disclaimer- I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters, although I would rather like to! No wait LOVE to!!
Authors Note- Hmmmmmm. This is a story set before the Swanns move to Port Royale. It's just gonna start in England and yes there will be Will in it later!! Awww I just love him sooooo much! Anyway you know the drill. R&R and please be nice. This is my first fanfic and helpful criticism would be much appreciated! Oh and I know this is a rather depressing beginning but it was the best place to start the story. So please review!!! Thankies!!!
Chapter One - The Lose of a Loved One
The large richly furnished room was dimly lit. An extremely pale woman could be seen resting in the wooden carved bed. Her red duvet cover was pulled almost to her shoulders and her bony arms hung limply by her side. This image was not the happiest but over the past months nothing but sadness had hung over the Swann household. It was as if no one knew what it was to like to have that glowing feeling deep inside you that made you want to be happy. Feel happy.
Sitting crumbled over in a cushioned chair a man no older twenty-eight clung to her pale hand with a final act of desperation. His facial expression, although hidden from view, was as plain as a sore thumb. Sadness clouded his what used to be obviously joyous eyes and despite his age he looked older than the second male also in the room.
This man was not the saddest present but still felt deeply grieved. Standing stiffly at the end of the bed he watched the depressing display and even though he had tried everything possible the feeling of guilt still managed to edge into his mind. What if there had been another cure? Something he could have found if only he had looked harder. Bowing his head deeply the Doctor could only wonder.
Lost in their thoughts the three adults failed to notice the presence of someone far below their age. Two young slightly tanned hands clung at the wooden doorframe. Their owner, a child no older than five, peered around the door and tried to catch a glimpse of the events taking place. Understanding a lot more than was expected of her, the little girl stepped out from hiding and in a daze walked over to the side of the bed.
Her wide liquid brown eyes were filled with unfallen tears and as she stood beside the bed all eyes were upon her. Blinking back the first tear shed that day she bit her bottom lip and gently took her Mothers hand. Looking into the woman's brown eyes, a mirror image of her own, she crumbled.
"Please don't leave Mama. Please don't leave me."
A small slightly strained smile appeared on the weak woman's lips. In the small amount of time that had passed the colour of her face had drained quickly leaving her even more pale and ill looking. Squeezing the young girls' hand she took a deep breath.
"Lizzie. I will never leave you." With a struggle she raised her bony hand and beckoned the child over. Hugging her close she whispered in her ear. "I will always be with you in your heart."
Nodding her head slightly the little girl closed her eyes and hugged her Mother back tightly. Watching the scene from his spot in the chair the mans eyes shone with emotion as the woman he loved took her last breaths of air and left the world forever. Gasping slightly the child's tears began to flow more steadily.
"No Mama. No."
She clung to her Mothers silken nightgown helplessly. Tears ran in streams down her rosy cheeks and onto her rosebud shaped lips. Standing up from his wooden chair the man motioned for the girl's Nanny to take her away.
The slightly rounded woman gently plied the girl's fingers from the silken dress and tried to restrain the struggling child. Refusing against her Nanny's gestures to leave the room she clung desperately to the bedclothes, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
Without looking up the man strolled out of the room leaving everything he had behind. The girl stopped struggling for a moment and watched her Father exit giving the maid enough time to bundle her up and carry the girl from the room.
Realising what was happening, the child resisted further and when her Nanny continued to hold her strong she attacked by biting her deeply in the arm. Letting go at once the woman began to nurse her wound only glancing up to see the child run down the halls after her Father.
"Daddy! Daddy!" She yelled with desperation.
Moving her tiny legs as fast as she could the five-year-old stumbled down the carpeted hall towards her Fathers private study. But the man continued to ignore the distressed child and closing the door firmly behind him he tried to block out the screams and tears his daughter was sharing. Burying his head in his hands the man listened as the maids reframed the child. After waiting a few moments he opened the large wooden door just in time to see Estrella, Lucy and Margaret leading a tear stricken child with chocolate brown curls into a room.
Even after closing the door once more the image of her face still floated through his mind. Another face almost identical to the first crept into his head also. Tears welled in his dark eyes. That face, the face of his wife. He would never see it again.
Authors Note- Okayies! Tis extremely fluffy I know! But tis a very emotional time what with Lizzie's Mother dieing and her Father ignoring her. And yes it is quite short but I promise to make the next chapters longer so please R&R!!!! Thankies to all!!!