God Child
He stared down at her. The cuts that lined her face were just barely being covered. Her skin was white as milk and her hair as dark as the looming sky above him that shook with thunder. Wind blew leaves off the fall trees letting one fall gently down into her casket, landing on her chest right under her chin. He leaned closer and removed it, brushing his hand against her porcelain face as he did so. She looked so innocent and fragile… just as he had remembered her as a child.
She was younger than him and he guessed that meant he should have protected her. But one fight with his sisters husband and he had left her behind and his parents for good. He had never truly forgotten the look in her eyes as him and her husband had battled it out. The man was violent and House knew that; he wasn't good enough for his sister… but she couldn't see past the love.
Now she lay in a casket because she couldn't see past that love. Love killed her…her husband killed her. House felt the rage bubble up inside of him, but his face kept still; his emotions trapped under a mask. He turned his head to see a young girl, around fifteen; that's how long it had been since he had seen his sister.
Her hair blew in the wind; again as dark as the sky that dropped raindrops above them. She didn't cry; instead her face kept still just as House's had. She had the look of someone who knew what was coming to her mother. The look of someone who knew she would eventually be left on her own. Her eyes were as bright as the ocean just like her mothers.
House realized she was the one he has signed the papers for. She was his godchild.