Wow, five reviews already! That's over half of my oldest story...and that one is over five chapters long! :P
Prompt: "How can you find someone who was never lost to begin with?" he demanded.
Thanks: Alex (Mommy), Ballet Reader (Ninja-Samurai Princess), The Dawn of Evolution, Volcanic Lily, and my good friend Kittens. :)
She continues in this worrying manner, day by day, hour by hour. She searches through box after box, taring open folders and glancing wildly at documents inside before throwing them over her shoulder with an injured, wild, desperate air. She becomes restless, her tangled raven hair dishelved, the designer clothes she once cared so much about hanging off her body loosely like a second skin.
All he can do is watch, wishing he could reach her and figure out why she cares so much.
Their mother is gone already. Locked up tight-not only in her own heart anymore, but physically, bound by chains in a dark, damp corner from which it is likely she will never return. And they should not miss her. Such people like her-few in this world, very thankfully-do not deserve to be remembered for anything. Because no matter how much good works she has done, in the tally of good and evil, the overpowering stain still sits, a weight on the whole family that will never let go.
And still, his sister searches. Searches for a reason to believe that, at one point in time at the very least, their mother actually cared.
"I need to find her. Not Isabel Kabra," she insists, pointing at the boxes of files whenever he asks. "I need to find mother."
"How can you find someone who was never lost to begin with?" he always demands.
"She is lost inside herself, brother," she protests. "I need to find her. I need to find the person that shopped with me, that cared for us, that always told us we could become the best of agents. Not head of the Lucians. Not Isabel Kabra. Mother. I need to find her in there. Somewhere."
And then she will turn her back on Ian, her tired amber eyes will find the cardboard boxes in the darkened room that was once secret to them, and bend over again, to plunge a hand into the closest container and continue looking. And he always watches her, hopeless.
Because he knows that their mother is buried too deep, lost in the hatred and pain that started five hundred years ago.
And because, no matter how many times he denies it, he too wishes that their mother truly cared.
Explanation: This is really obvious, since I mention it directly, but the mom is Isabel, boy Ian, and girl Natalie. The room is the secret wing.
Word Count: 410 Words
Wow, my drabbles always seem to border the bare minimum...:P Oh well...But I thought I did pretty well on this one.
