Author's Note: I don't own any of "From Dusk Til Dawn"
There was a brief moment when Odette stood just inside the darkened bathroom and was far from it all. The black was a deep canvas and for a breath she imagined a fiction. She was laying in her bed sleeping safely, the darkness a warm glove about her. Suddenly the lights popped to life and a harsh florescent reality buzzed about her. She felt the gun nuzzled insistently against her spine and she walked forward. The bathroom was free of opulence. The only objects in the room were ones that couldn't be carried away: bathtub, toilet, sink, mirror. The tub stood naked without a curtain protecting its chastity. Ambiguous stains made a ring near the rim of the bath. Odette walked to the edge of the tub as far from the man as she could. She stood there staring at the wall her sinew was tight, too ratcheted up to move. The gun left her back and the door snapped shut loudly; her body jolted uncontrollable. She was going to fall into the bathtub and bleed from her mouth and chest. She would be able to see inside herself for the first and last time; clean white bones, yellowish breast tissue, redness. Redness; viewed from behind a thin film of tears. Those tears were filling her eyes now, in preparation. She didn't want to be face down in the tub like a dog. She wasn't going to die like a dog. So silent, she had been silent for too long.
"Jesus Christ kid! What the fuck do you think I am?" He asked scorching blood coloring his cheeks.
"An Animal!" The her gagged tongue had lashed, silently.
She had been too silent and now she was looking at the last room. With its pissed on walls and chipped sink. She wasn't going to die like a dog. Madly, perhaps, she decided to greet death like a sweet hostess. There was a form of bravery in that at least. Odette turned to face it. She blinked the hot tears from her eyes and turned to see a penetrating barrel staring back.
AN: So that was short and bleak. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but the holidays have been insane and it took me a while to write from Odette. I kept it short because I feel like her emotions and thoughts would be raging so much that writing a good portion from her perspective would take forever and perhaps be wearisome to read as well. I just wanted to give her some humanity because she is more than meets the eyes, as you will see. If you liked it/hated it let me know because I'm not even sure how I feel. Much more later:) R&R please!