This short story is playing along the storylines in the show but, obviously, will have its own little storyline within. Sorry if Kate is a little OCC in this.
Late January - 1994
One month. One single month since Kate had been down here locked in a nightmare. She thought home with her mother and stepdad was a nightmare. But this was an honest to God truth nightmare.
And freezing! "Seriously, I'm freezing my ass down here." She often commented to herself. Kate would rub her arms vigorously to make her skin warm. She would take breaks and use her hair to cover her face and make herself warm. "God, why is Martin being so fucking...Like that!?" She shouted alone.
Kate was a cake. Her ingredients were anger, depression, guilt, worry and stupidity. A tablespoon of anger from how angry she had been at the people in her life prior to coming to Martin's home (mostly her mother) and anger at Martin, a teaspoon of the depression from not being outside on her own free term for months and the one time she did go on her free terms, it was not one she had expected. A teaspoon of guilt for running away—one that went on and off—a pinch of wariness about what was going to happen now and a full cup of stupidity.
"Cheers to the damn New Year."
Sarcasm was her frosting. This had becoming more and more. Yet not really her go-to thing.