Hi everyone. This is now my third Ronnie/Danielle based Eastenders fan fic. My other two stories (Ronnie and Stacey – The Realisation and Ronnie Mitchell – Lonely, Damaged Soul) haven't had any reviews yet, so now I am trying something different. Instead of being like my other two fan fics with just one chapter or 'one shot', I am going to be writing a full-length story with proper chapters etc. This fic is basically from Ronnie Mitchell's POV, one year on from her daughter Danielle's death but with a twist. As Ronnie stands on the road where her daughter was run over, she suddenly has a strange sensation and goes back in time as a ghost to witness all of the events which led up to that devastating day when she was finally reunited with her daughter before it was too late...
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A minute glimmer of sunshine crept slowly through the crack between the deep purple bedroom curtains. The window was ever so slightly ajar and so the sounds of cars speeding past the window, kids shouting happily as they played a game of football in the street and the hussle and bussle of the market stall owners and their early morning punters echoed all around Ronnie Mitchell's dark bedroom.
Normally, at 8 o'clock on a Friday morning, Ronnie would be dressing herself smartly for the day ahead. She would be wearing her usual dark business jacket and matching trousers and her black pointed boots with the small heel and her blonde hair would be casually loose around her shoulders, to make sure that she didn't look too stern and strict. However, today was different. Today, she should have been heading over to the Queen Vic to help her Aunty Peg and sister Roxy set up their pride and joy that was the pub, for the busy day ahead. It was a holiday after all; Good Friday. But what was so good about it to Ronnie, when the 2nd April 2010; a holy day for many people; was probably one of the hardest days of the year for her to attempt to struggle through. It was the anniversary of her daughter's death; the daughter she barely knew; the daughter whom she had only held in her arms twice. The day she was born and the day she died; at the age of just nineteen...
And as Ronnie lay curled up on her bed as if she herself was slowly slipping away to the great beyond, the whole idea of her situation came flooding back into her mind. No one could possibly understand how she was feeling. Her sister had a daughter, a daughter named after the one that Ronnie had lost when she was fourteen. But even such a kind and loving gesture couldn't make her feel any better or forget any faster. In fact, cruelly, it made Ronnie feel even worse. To look into those soft brown eyes of Amy's; the ones which were so similar to her own daughter's, and realise that they were not her flesh and blood, was just too unbearable for Ronnie to bear.
And as Ronnie sat up, with two delicate tears cascading down her pale cheeks, she caught sight of Danielle's photograph which she kept on her bedside table. It was the only reminder that she had of her guardian angel. The only way she could possibly remember her beautiful girl and remind herself that she was indeed hers. Ronnie stood up very slowly, her mind spinning with so many unwanted thoughts. She hurriedly dressed herself and roughly pulled a brush through her hair. It didn't matter what she looked like today. All that mattered was that she kept her daughter's memory alive in her mind; whatever it took.
But what Ronnie didn't know was that the task of remembering as much as she could about her beloved daughter was about to become a whole lot easier...
Thank you for reading guys. I have left this part on a cliffhanger obviously and so the next chapter will follow on to Ronnie going back in time to her younger years and seeing how all this started, as well as her entering the memories of some other important people...