Title : Torn Asunder Part 2 : The Revelation
Author : Vadergirl sithwarriorchick@hotmail.com
Rating : PG
Characters : Krystalynne and her mother
Catergory : Drama/Angst
Status: 2/2
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the SW universe George does.
Summary : What happened to Krystalynne after Torn Asunder ?
Torn Asunder Part Two : The Revelation
The door swung open as the little girl was sleeping. The light
hitting her bed and slight body . Hands came to her shoulders and
shook her. The little girl woke up and squinted against the light
shining on her eyes. She yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
" Mommy ?"
"Get up sweetie right now. Mommy has something to tell you."The
little girl sat up in her bed and faced the older woman. Her mother's
face was tear stained and her eyes were red and puffy. The little girl
had never seen her mother like this.
" Now its just you and me sweetie," the woman hugged the little
girl tightly against her," We're all alone. We have no one but each
other." She murmured as she rocked the child softly. They were her
mantra.The little girl felt smushed and broke the embrace.
"Whats wrong Mommy ?" The little girl looked at the woman with her
little green eyes.
The woman opened her mouth............
===============================================================
She lay in her cot at the orphanage passing her last night in the
cold dank place. Tomorrow she would reach the age of maturity and
leave this place that had housed her for most of her life. The sounds
of her dorm mates could be heard all around her. She was not surprised
some of the cots were empty seeing as how their occupants had snuck
out to visit their paramours in the nearby village.
The moonlight came in through a window and illuminated her face
with its silvery glow making it look pale. Her hair was spread around
her head like a halo. She couldn't sleep she had had a nightmare again.
The same nightmare that had always haunted her. The nightmare that
was no illusion but was in fact true. Her living nightmare.
===============================================================
" No ! No ! You're lying ! You're lying ! " The little girl was
struggling against her mother's calming embrace. Her face was twisted
into a scowl and her tiny body was in a defensive posture as if she
had just taken a physical blow. " I don't believe you. He promised
he'd come back with us ! He promised ! " She was crying now and her
little body gave out and sagged into her mother who rocked her once
again.
Her mother was crying. " I know. I know sweetie but there wasn't
anything we could have done. He was doing his job. He loved you honey.
He would never have done this on purpose believe that. He never wanted
to leave us and especially you." Her words were soothing as she
caressed the catatonic girl on the face. Caressing her cheeks and
making shushing noises.
The little girl's tear stained cheeks burned red from the salt of
her cheeks. Her hands still lay curled up into miniscule fists ready
to take on an adversary. As if she could fight the evil that had just
entered her life. Her mother opened up the covers and settled next to
the girl......................................
===============================================================
She fingered her mother's silver brush as she sat at the mirror
in the bathroom. She raised it and ran it through her brown curls.
They bounced against her shoulders as the brush passed them. The
silver brush had etchings on it and was engraved with her mother's
initials I.P . She had used this same brush every morning of her
married life. It had been a wedding day present from her husband. It
had been her cherished possession.
She remembered how in the mornings as a child she would walk into
her parent's bedroom and spot her mother at her vanity during her
morning toilette. Her mother would put her in her lap and brush sweet
smelling powder on her face with a poofy face puff. The powder had
always made her sneeze.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the noise of the other wards of
the State . Each girl had to be ready by six in the morning for
breakfast. Her bag with her meager belongings was on top of her bed
that had been neatly made up. This morning she would walk past the
gates of the institution and go out into the real world.
She made another deft pass and judging her hair to be at its
neatest put her toiletries away. The last thing she put away was the
brush.The last time she had seen her mother happy had been when she
was using this brush...................................
===============================================================
It had been three horrific weeks in the Petarkas Household. Neither
Ilse or her husband had had living relatives so there had been no
relatives to the door and offer ther condolences. Neighbors had come
by but they had come out of a morbid fascination with death and
destruction. The little girl had eyed them with scorn. Hypocrites of
the worst kind feeding upon she and her mother's pain like vulture's !
The little girl played with her dolls imagining one was her
father . The daddy doll hugged the mommy doll. She placed the little
baby doll in between the two bigger figures. She made the two adult
dolls kiss. She had them walking hand in hand when she heard a beep .
The door hissed open. Her mother's ravaged figure appeared before
her. Once the beauty of her village, Ilse had quickly dissipated into
a mere shadow of her former self. Her skin lay dry and pale , her eyes
were smudged with dark shadows, and grooves had magically appeared at
the corners of her mouth. She walked towards the girl.
" Come on time for beddy bye." The little girl put her dolls away
and followed her mother into her parent's bedroom where she had taken
to sleeping with her mother. Her mother gave her a bath and then the
two had brushed their hair with the beautiful ornate silver brush. The
soft petals brushed and began to lull the little girl to sleep.
" Your Daddy loved us baby." The little girl gave a small nod as she
snuggled closer to her mother as the brush continued to pass through
her curls. Her plump little cheeks rosy pink.
" Would you like to see Daddy again ? Again the girl nodded this
time her eyelids slowly beginning to close shut.
" Well me and you are going to meet with Daddy again. We'll be a
happy family again . You'll see. It will be like it used to be." The
woman talked to herself in a anxious whisper. The crazed look in her
eye would have frightened the child but she had fallen asleep........
===============================================================
She laid the brush abruptly in her bag almost as if she had been
burned by it . But it had not been the brush that had burnt it had
been her memory. How she wished that one could erase those events of
the past that still hurt till this day. Why were they resurfacing now
that she was on her way to begin her life again ?
The young woman picked up her bag and left the dormitory for the
last time. She walked past the hallway and into the mess hall where
breakfast was being served. The few friends she had made during her
stay there beckoned her to their table. She took a seat and the simple
yet substantial food was served.
She had taken the last bite of her eggs when a hush came over
the table . Looking up she saw that her friends had left her. They
soon returned carrying a small cake with eighteen candles lit atop.
The flickering candles burned and gave of their burning essence.
The girl focused on them and the whole room seemed to fade as the
yellow and orange light enveloped her in its illuminant web. She thought,
fire cleanses the spirit..............................
===============================================================
The girl lay on the bed unconscious of what was going on around
her. The woman was frantically pacing around the room talking to
herself. She finally took the bottle of flammable liquid she had kept
in a locked compartment so that her daughter wouldn't have access to
it. She began to douse the room with it. She was crying. She knew this
was wrong but she didn't know what else to do. They would be out in
the street soon. They would starve. Better to die and join their
beloved in the afterlife. They would be together that is what
mattered.
She lit a match from a matchbook she had purchased when the family
had gone camping and they had been "roughing it". This made her pause.
She looked at her daughter so peaceful in her sleep. Could she do this
? Could she end the life of the being that she had brought personally
into this world ?
The lit from the match burned her fingertips and went out. She got
another one and lay poised to light it.............................
===============================================================
" Burn the candles out !" The girl took a deep breath and blew
on the candles on her birthday cake. They went out in one blow and the
whole table cheered. She smiled at them but it wasn't a sincere smile.
She had stopped really smiling a long time ago. She couldn't remember
the last time she had smiled genuinely.
The cake was divided among the table and enjoyed. The young
woman ate but she didn't taste what she was eating. She just ingested
mechanically. The candles had burnt out and had been dropped onto the
floor in the mad rush for a taste of cake. She stared at them.
The ends were charred black. She only saw that shade of black
when things were consumed and destroyed.............................
===============================================================
The smoke snaked its way into her air passages and made
breathing almost impossible. She coughed and coughed. She felt a heavy
languidness in her small body making her feel tired. She knew
something was wrong but she didnt know what it was. Her body wouldn't
let her go without a fight and she opened her eyes to see a wall of
fire.
It gleamed sinisterly at her approaching closer and closer. The
girl looked for her mother and saw her slumped figure on the floor.
She crawled towards the fallen body." Mommy ? Mommy ? Mommy wake up.
Wake Up please ?"
The figure moved and she saw her mother's eyes open " Fire
cleanses. Let the fire cleanse you then we can be with your father."
Her eyes closed and the little girl shook her but her life-force was
gone all that remained was the empty shell of her spirit. The little
girl was all alone.
The little girl hugged the body of her dead mother for comfort.
She didn't know what to do. She was scared and the last person that she
had loved had just died in front of her eyes. She looked frantically
for an escape.
She spotted a ventilation shaft on the corner of the wall that had
not been reached by the fire yet. The little girl used her small hands
to pry it open tearing gashes into her soft hands in the process.
Animal instincts had set in and somehow she found the strength to do
it. She squeezed her tiny body into the shaft and crawled on all fours
away from the fire. She finally made her way to an area of ventilation
that was even smaller than her small body.
The little girl was stuck. She couldn't go back and she couldn't go
forward..........................................
===============================================================
The young lady hugged her friends good bye. They promised to write
and keep in touch but they all knew that that was a lie. Everyone that
left was on their own and this place had never been a home it had been
a stop along their road.
She had been a scared little girl when she had come in and even
though she had grown up deep down inside she was still that same
little girl.....................................
===============================================================
The girl didn't know how long she had stayed in the shaft
afterwards they would tell her that it had been a whole day. After the
fire had been spotted by neighbors who had called authorities it had
been quickly extinguished. The officials hadn't even known that there
had been a small child until one of the neighbors offered to take her
in. An extensive search had been conducted until one of the searchers
had heard whimpers coming from the ventilation ducts. They had torn
the apartment apart and taken her out.
She was laid on the carpet of the adjacent neighbors house while
the medics examined her.
" Except for mild smoke inhalation. The girl's fine. She was
lucky. The woman was burned to a -" The medic stopped abruptly
realizing how wrong it was to speak of such thing especially to the
victim's child. " Don't worry little lady. You are going to be just fine.
We're taking you some place safe where you will be all right and cared
for". The medic had given her a hug but the girl had laid woodenly in
the embrace.
" Come on we're taking you to your new home"...................
===============================================================
Now she was leaving the "home" that she had been brought to. She
still carried a scar on her left hand after all these years. She
looked at it and traced it with a finger. She made her way to the
front entrance of the orphanage and exited never looking back once.
Author : Vadergirl sithwarriorchick@hotmail.com
Rating : PG
Characters : Krystalynne and her mother
Catergory : Drama/Angst
Status: 2/2
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the SW universe George does.
Summary : What happened to Krystalynne after Torn Asunder ?
Torn Asunder Part Two : The Revelation
The door swung open as the little girl was sleeping. The light
hitting her bed and slight body . Hands came to her shoulders and
shook her. The little girl woke up and squinted against the light
shining on her eyes. She yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
" Mommy ?"
"Get up sweetie right now. Mommy has something to tell you."The
little girl sat up in her bed and faced the older woman. Her mother's
face was tear stained and her eyes were red and puffy. The little girl
had never seen her mother like this.
" Now its just you and me sweetie," the woman hugged the little
girl tightly against her," We're all alone. We have no one but each
other." She murmured as she rocked the child softly. They were her
mantra.The little girl felt smushed and broke the embrace.
"Whats wrong Mommy ?" The little girl looked at the woman with her
little green eyes.
The woman opened her mouth............
===============================================================
She lay in her cot at the orphanage passing her last night in the
cold dank place. Tomorrow she would reach the age of maturity and
leave this place that had housed her for most of her life. The sounds
of her dorm mates could be heard all around her. She was not surprised
some of the cots were empty seeing as how their occupants had snuck
out to visit their paramours in the nearby village.
The moonlight came in through a window and illuminated her face
with its silvery glow making it look pale. Her hair was spread around
her head like a halo. She couldn't sleep she had had a nightmare again.
The same nightmare that had always haunted her. The nightmare that
was no illusion but was in fact true. Her living nightmare.
===============================================================
" No ! No ! You're lying ! You're lying ! " The little girl was
struggling against her mother's calming embrace. Her face was twisted
into a scowl and her tiny body was in a defensive posture as if she
had just taken a physical blow. " I don't believe you. He promised
he'd come back with us ! He promised ! " She was crying now and her
little body gave out and sagged into her mother who rocked her once
again.
Her mother was crying. " I know. I know sweetie but there wasn't
anything we could have done. He was doing his job. He loved you honey.
He would never have done this on purpose believe that. He never wanted
to leave us and especially you." Her words were soothing as she
caressed the catatonic girl on the face. Caressing her cheeks and
making shushing noises.
The little girl's tear stained cheeks burned red from the salt of
her cheeks. Her hands still lay curled up into miniscule fists ready
to take on an adversary. As if she could fight the evil that had just
entered her life. Her mother opened up the covers and settled next to
the girl......................................
===============================================================
She fingered her mother's silver brush as she sat at the mirror
in the bathroom. She raised it and ran it through her brown curls.
They bounced against her shoulders as the brush passed them. The
silver brush had etchings on it and was engraved with her mother's
initials I.P . She had used this same brush every morning of her
married life. It had been a wedding day present from her husband. It
had been her cherished possession.
She remembered how in the mornings as a child she would walk into
her parent's bedroom and spot her mother at her vanity during her
morning toilette. Her mother would put her in her lap and brush sweet
smelling powder on her face with a poofy face puff. The powder had
always made her sneeze.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the noise of the other wards of
the State . Each girl had to be ready by six in the morning for
breakfast. Her bag with her meager belongings was on top of her bed
that had been neatly made up. This morning she would walk past the
gates of the institution and go out into the real world.
She made another deft pass and judging her hair to be at its
neatest put her toiletries away. The last thing she put away was the
brush.The last time she had seen her mother happy had been when she
was using this brush...................................
===============================================================
It had been three horrific weeks in the Petarkas Household. Neither
Ilse or her husband had had living relatives so there had been no
relatives to the door and offer ther condolences. Neighbors had come
by but they had come out of a morbid fascination with death and
destruction. The little girl had eyed them with scorn. Hypocrites of
the worst kind feeding upon she and her mother's pain like vulture's !
The little girl played with her dolls imagining one was her
father . The daddy doll hugged the mommy doll. She placed the little
baby doll in between the two bigger figures. She made the two adult
dolls kiss. She had them walking hand in hand when she heard a beep .
The door hissed open. Her mother's ravaged figure appeared before
her. Once the beauty of her village, Ilse had quickly dissipated into
a mere shadow of her former self. Her skin lay dry and pale , her eyes
were smudged with dark shadows, and grooves had magically appeared at
the corners of her mouth. She walked towards the girl.
" Come on time for beddy bye." The little girl put her dolls away
and followed her mother into her parent's bedroom where she had taken
to sleeping with her mother. Her mother gave her a bath and then the
two had brushed their hair with the beautiful ornate silver brush. The
soft petals brushed and began to lull the little girl to sleep.
" Your Daddy loved us baby." The little girl gave a small nod as she
snuggled closer to her mother as the brush continued to pass through
her curls. Her plump little cheeks rosy pink.
" Would you like to see Daddy again ? Again the girl nodded this
time her eyelids slowly beginning to close shut.
" Well me and you are going to meet with Daddy again. We'll be a
happy family again . You'll see. It will be like it used to be." The
woman talked to herself in a anxious whisper. The crazed look in her
eye would have frightened the child but she had fallen asleep........
===============================================================
She laid the brush abruptly in her bag almost as if she had been
burned by it . But it had not been the brush that had burnt it had
been her memory. How she wished that one could erase those events of
the past that still hurt till this day. Why were they resurfacing now
that she was on her way to begin her life again ?
The young woman picked up her bag and left the dormitory for the
last time. She walked past the hallway and into the mess hall where
breakfast was being served. The few friends she had made during her
stay there beckoned her to their table. She took a seat and the simple
yet substantial food was served.
She had taken the last bite of her eggs when a hush came over
the table . Looking up she saw that her friends had left her. They
soon returned carrying a small cake with eighteen candles lit atop.
The flickering candles burned and gave of their burning essence.
The girl focused on them and the whole room seemed to fade as the
yellow and orange light enveloped her in its illuminant web. She thought,
fire cleanses the spirit..............................
===============================================================
The girl lay on the bed unconscious of what was going on around
her. The woman was frantically pacing around the room talking to
herself. She finally took the bottle of flammable liquid she had kept
in a locked compartment so that her daughter wouldn't have access to
it. She began to douse the room with it. She was crying. She knew this
was wrong but she didn't know what else to do. They would be out in
the street soon. They would starve. Better to die and join their
beloved in the afterlife. They would be together that is what
mattered.
She lit a match from a matchbook she had purchased when the family
had gone camping and they had been "roughing it". This made her pause.
She looked at her daughter so peaceful in her sleep. Could she do this
? Could she end the life of the being that she had brought personally
into this world ?
The lit from the match burned her fingertips and went out. She got
another one and lay poised to light it.............................
===============================================================
" Burn the candles out !" The girl took a deep breath and blew
on the candles on her birthday cake. They went out in one blow and the
whole table cheered. She smiled at them but it wasn't a sincere smile.
She had stopped really smiling a long time ago. She couldn't remember
the last time she had smiled genuinely.
The cake was divided among the table and enjoyed. The young
woman ate but she didn't taste what she was eating. She just ingested
mechanically. The candles had burnt out and had been dropped onto the
floor in the mad rush for a taste of cake. She stared at them.
The ends were charred black. She only saw that shade of black
when things were consumed and destroyed.............................
===============================================================
The smoke snaked its way into her air passages and made
breathing almost impossible. She coughed and coughed. She felt a heavy
languidness in her small body making her feel tired. She knew
something was wrong but she didnt know what it was. Her body wouldn't
let her go without a fight and she opened her eyes to see a wall of
fire.
It gleamed sinisterly at her approaching closer and closer. The
girl looked for her mother and saw her slumped figure on the floor.
She crawled towards the fallen body." Mommy ? Mommy ? Mommy wake up.
Wake Up please ?"
The figure moved and she saw her mother's eyes open " Fire
cleanses. Let the fire cleanse you then we can be with your father."
Her eyes closed and the little girl shook her but her life-force was
gone all that remained was the empty shell of her spirit. The little
girl was all alone.
The little girl hugged the body of her dead mother for comfort.
She didn't know what to do. She was scared and the last person that she
had loved had just died in front of her eyes. She looked frantically
for an escape.
She spotted a ventilation shaft on the corner of the wall that had
not been reached by the fire yet. The little girl used her small hands
to pry it open tearing gashes into her soft hands in the process.
Animal instincts had set in and somehow she found the strength to do
it. She squeezed her tiny body into the shaft and crawled on all fours
away from the fire. She finally made her way to an area of ventilation
that was even smaller than her small body.
The little girl was stuck. She couldn't go back and she couldn't go
forward..........................................
===============================================================
The young lady hugged her friends good bye. They promised to write
and keep in touch but they all knew that that was a lie. Everyone that
left was on their own and this place had never been a home it had been
a stop along their road.
She had been a scared little girl when she had come in and even
though she had grown up deep down inside she was still that same
little girl.....................................
===============================================================
The girl didn't know how long she had stayed in the shaft
afterwards they would tell her that it had been a whole day. After the
fire had been spotted by neighbors who had called authorities it had
been quickly extinguished. The officials hadn't even known that there
had been a small child until one of the neighbors offered to take her
in. An extensive search had been conducted until one of the searchers
had heard whimpers coming from the ventilation ducts. They had torn
the apartment apart and taken her out.
She was laid on the carpet of the adjacent neighbors house while
the medics examined her.
" Except for mild smoke inhalation. The girl's fine. She was
lucky. The woman was burned to a -" The medic stopped abruptly
realizing how wrong it was to speak of such thing especially to the
victim's child. " Don't worry little lady. You are going to be just fine.
We're taking you some place safe where you will be all right and cared
for". The medic had given her a hug but the girl had laid woodenly in
the embrace.
" Come on we're taking you to your new home"...................
===============================================================
Now she was leaving the "home" that she had been brought to. She
still carried a scar on her left hand after all these years. She
looked at it and traced it with a finger. She made her way to the
front entrance of the orphanage and exited never looking back once.
