None of the characters belong to me (unfortunately), they belong to someone else. I'm settled for using these characters out of fun and not making money.
This is not my first fanfiction, but my first in English (which isn't as good as it should be actually). Maybe I should have done it in my native language, but right now, OC isn't so popular in Germany. Besides I always thought of trying to do a story in English – and here it is. So if you read it, please be generous and read over the failures and nevertheless enjoy the story. Reviews are welcome. :-)
I know this is a short start, but there will be more. Right now I'm looking for a beta-reader. So if you feel like to give me a helping hand with grammar and vocabulary... please contact me. I would really appreciate it.
Sorry... I ment Prologue...tnx.
This story takes place during the first episode...
TEST PATTERN
Prologue
Although the TV was on, Dawn barely listen to the game show, her mind was bothered with something else. Only when she heard the winners fanfare, she looked up with empty eyes, not really seeing what was on, but knowing, that the guy finally got the jackpot. And she? She never had even won a consolation price, yet alone the jackpot, she was always drawing a blank. It wasn't necessarily bad luck, most of it was bad timing she assumed. The overhasty marriage, the kids, the bad jobs, the wrong friends... even playing Black Jack. She know quite well how to count cards and win a few bucks, but she wasn't able to quit in time - even she knew better - leaving her with less than before. That was the real problem - with gambling, her relationships, her drinking, her talking... An hour ago AJ went to the pub at the corner upset by her constant sobbing, since he forced Ryan to leave this afternoon – on her instance. This thought ripped into her heart. What had she done? Taking a sip of booze she broke into tears again. With AJ around, she had tried to pull herself together, but now she gives free rein to her tears. Here we're going again – winners and losers, Why the hell were the Atwoods always on the second side? Knocking back her drink at once, she waited for the comfort, Mr Southern usually promised her. She waited for this little click in her head, which made the difference between reality and something more bearable. She waited... while her thoughts were spinning through her head making the day events even more present. This time the booze didn't bring her the salvation she was looking for, this time it wasn't her friend, this time it was devil himself. Playing with the glass in her hands, she was starring vacantly in the brown liquid. Sometimes this happened, sometimes yet another sip would help... the bottle was only 2/3 empty... so maybe another 1/3 would bring what she longed for... she refilled her glass... and took a sip... the memories still troubling her mind...