39 Truths: Hope
The only thing Grace wasn't allowed to do was put makeup on her daughter. It was uncool / she was a big, big girl now. The words, said sometimes calmly, sometimes shrilly echoed in Hope's mind as she screams her husband's name. There is a crack and out of reflex, she jumps, rolls, face in her shirt. The wall crashes in a burning crescendo behind her. Her home is burning. Her children will be left parentless. The clue, the clue, the clue. Her mouth screams the mantra, trying to remember it, hoping someone will hear. When she sees her husband, her Arthur, in the living room, he screams at her to run away, far, far away. She runs toward him. This is the end, the end of the world. She clings to him, begging him to move but his legs aren't listening. Even though he told her to run, he's holding her down, sobbing. And the only thought that escapes Hope's faze of fear is that she hopes Grace will be willing to put makeup on her for the first and last time.
A/N: Well, this was a bit depressing. I'm in a depression faze. But I do think that 39 Clues was way too happy-go-lucky to be very realistic. Anyway, if someone thinks this is too darkish, tell me please [hint] [hint]! Anyway, I'm closing my poll on my profile December 31, so vote soon!
Listening to: Soldier's Poem (Muse) ; PS This is Austin (Brad Paisley) ; This is War (30 Seconds to Mars)
