"I won't let anyone be fooled into believing that I am a good person...Because I simply am not. And I haven't been one in my entire life. I was only seven when my life changed and the DPA took me in. But for now I'll just tell you how I got there, the event that led to my life changing forever."
||The Scenic Route||
"Mommy."
She stood there in stunned silence. The feeling of wanting to retch but having no need to filling up her stomach, bubbling up to settle heavy in her chest. A weight sagging her to the ground at the feet of the woman hanging from the rafters. Her brain sputtering thought upon thought that don't make sense at all until spoken aloud by quivering lips. The child quakes and quivers, knowing somehow she should be rushing for the phone at this point. Rushing to call help for her mother, who swings from a rope at her neck from the rafter of their ranch house ceiling. But her feet are rooted to the floor by invisible tether, and a pain that she's never before known starting deep in her heart.
'Call 911' urges The Voice in her head, soothing and gentle. Nothing like the whirl of her own thoughts that try to burst from the seams of her head. But somehow the voice penetrates that fog, cutting like a razor through the whole mess and straight to whatever it is that makes people act - adrenaline? Yeah, adrenaline - and their instincts take over. She stumbles half blind to the telephone on her mothers night stand, almost bumping in to one of her swinging legs on the way over.
She tries to get her clumsy fingers to work right, clutching the phone close to her ear and praying that her heart wont burst straight out of her chest. She doesn't even realize she's sobbing until the operator answers and asks what's wrong. Her first few words come out as half broken sobs; "My Mommy is dead!" and "Please send help!" being among the words said to the woman on the other end of the phone. For a long moment silence ensues. Nothing but harsh breathing and unstoppable sobs.
Until, "What's your name sweetie?"
'Lie,' The Voice coaxes once more; "Florence," Is what she answers the woman with. Her true name, and not a lie of course. She isn't sure why she would need to lie to this woman at all. The nightstand suddenly begins rattling, knocking over the lamp and plunging the room into darkness. Florence screams, scrambling to keep the phone in her hands as the receiver and cord fall to the ground. Now the room is lit only by the faint and tiny green glow of the phones screen.
"What was that? Are you all right? Emergency services are on the way, if there's someone in the house with you please find a safe place to hide until they get there." The operators voice is a thankful distraction from the shaking of the nightstand and various other pieces of furniture now. Florence doesn't have the strength of voice to answer the woman, just finds a corner of the room to sit in and draws her knees up to her chest, using the light of the phone screen to see by. Florence measures her breathing, wanting only to make sense of this mess.
'Sorry,' Says The Voice some time later, after the temper tantrum is done and over with and the sounds of sirens are down the street. Florence uncurls herself from the corner and looks up at the ceiling, where the trail of her soul leads off into that of another. "Its okay, Kit." Even though it isn't actually okay. She wipes strands of sticky brown hair from her forehead and goes to look out the window, to the street where emergency services are rushing to get into the house. "Get the door Kit," She whispers, tears flowing freely from blue eyes. She would rather not be there, but where was she to go?
She can hear them as they rush down the hall, checking room by room till they reach this on. And then she feels the arms, the hands, the breath of men and woman just trying to help. And it becomes too much. Completely overwhelming in every aspect. Kit tries to stay out of the way, and to not make trouble but the second she's being ushered outside he makes his presence known, rattling chars and knocking over lamps, and once they get outside bursting all the lights on the emergency vehicles.
"I'm scared," Florence sobs - to Kit - when nobody is around to notice her talking.
They are too busy checking things out in the house, examining her mothers body, then wheeling it outside. She's in the back of an ambulance now, watching the red and blue lights of late arrived police cars make shadows against the white siding of her home. 'Don't be scared Flora,' Kit coo's in a somewhat mocking manner. He's agitated, she can tell. Like a live wire, ready to kill the first to come into close contact. There's no way to hold him back when he's in a mood like this, and she's too emotionally weak to stop anything he does.
In an instant things turn from bad to worse, without her interference he is able to do whatever he wants - and what he wants to do is kill.
A/N: Hope you all liked it, this is only the beginning to what will probably be a very long story. Truth be told this may be from the point of view of an OC but its a very Jodie-Centric fic and you'll find out later how. There won't be much romance here guys, so sorry about that, but I can promise lots of emotional elements. Don't worry, things get smoother later on, I just have to find a grove for my writing.
Please tell me what you think about the story, I always enjoy a good bit of criticism and would love to know what you think of Florence and Kit so far. They aren't very fleshed out yet but will be very soon.