So this is the prologue to my new story 'Karma'. I am so behind on like every story I have written and I probably shouldn't be writing another. This was meant to be a o/s and the rest of it probably will be, but I'm trying to post another so people don't get bored of me :') It is based on Revenge, and is an idea that came to me ages ago, that I was trying to write for Valentine's day. I have forgotten the gist and so am making it up as I go along. Anyway, it is really very short, but is just there so people know I am branching out into other fandoms too.
"I'm a true believer in karma. You get what you give, whether it's bad or good. "
Emily had never been one for romance. She despised the sham that the world seemed to celebrate every year; the fourteenth of February was always a day where she hid from the world, mostly to paint, or write. When she was a child, her father would always get her a card, a little gift, most of the time, a fluffy toy. The following Valentines after he was taken away she burned them, one by one. She began to feel joy when lighting fires. Watching them burn, seeing the smoke rise, embracing the pain.
The small stuffed puppy, which reminded her of Sammy, that David had given her for Valentines when she was nine, burned bigger and brighter than any of the others, and resulted in a fire in the orphanage she was living. The fire had cost the life of the woman in charge, which in itself was not a bad thing, the woman having beaten them repeatedly for the littlest thing. Her death however, meant that Emily spent most of the following decade of her life in Juvenile Detention.
She was 18 when she was released, and believed her father to be an evil man, one who had lied to her about his life, and was involved in the murder of hundreds of people. And for the next five years, she hated Valentines with a passion. Nolan told her she always made everyone else miserable on that 'masochistic, dumbass day' as Emily had once referred it. So she kept to herself. Christmas's, birthdays, new years', she was always fine with. She didn't understand what it was about February 14th that got to her so. That was, until, she met a man who hated it as much as she did.