Happy new year! Or gott nytt år as I usually say. I hope you've all had a merry Christmas. As I'm writing this, I'm a bit over an hour into 2024. So I hope everyone has a nice year.
And as usual I start this year with working on each of my stories.
There were no votes on the poll about whether you wanted me to do Freya, Lucas or Sid first. But I think I finally have an idea about what to do for one, and then the next won't be too far away.
Freya Doggers
When Molly Doggers from Pottiswood, England gave birth to her daughter Freya, something had gone seriously wrong.
That was now eleven years, eight months, two weeks and three days ago. And all of that time Freya had had to spend without a mum. And as time went by, she had learnt there could be nothing that would care for her like her own bother would.
And there had never been a day that her dad, Thomas Doggers hadn't taken at least a couple of tries to let her know she had obviously killed his one true love.
The day we meet her was just another day like any other. A day that Thomas hadn't showed up for his daughter's school event as for the last day before Christmas break. And where she walked Freya Doggers was dragging her feet along the floor, slowly went towards her school's doors and main entrance.
All around her, children around her were happily cheering for the Christmas holidays' beginning. And as their parents and some younger siblings had come to meet them they were just as happily showing paper ornaments they had all made. As they more or less ran towards the doors and the rain pouring on the other side of them.
But Freya Doggers wasn't one of all of those kids…
She didn't feel like smiling, cheering or skipping. But to keep moving she just had to continue. And as she stared mostly into the ground no one of all the people in the hallways or outside in the school yard that noticed her.
And she couldn't help but wonder what she had done wrong when she saw the world all of those other children were. A world when they were looking forward to Christmas, when they had parents, friends and maybe even siblings that loved and cared for them- each and every day. For Christmas and for every other day of the year.
And a world where she could go those days when she didn't have school to go to…
A world that was so lonely and painful….
A world that had started with her mum dying from Preeclampsia.
A world when the sight old, green truck that belonged to her uncle gave her a stomachache.
It was Freya's uncle- Uncle Grey that had once given Freya her name. And some people might think there was some beautiful story behind it. But it was just that after being broken down with grief and alcohol Thomas had barely looked at his daughter for months, so when they at last had to give her one uncle Grey picked one as similar to his own as possible.
And Freya never liked the thought of her name being yet another one of all of her details that was so much like Uncle Grey's…
She would probably change her name as soon as she turned eighteen, and move away from Pottiswood. Maybe away from all of England and to Asia or Africa somewhere. Somewhere no one knew her and she could start her life over.
But her eighteenth birthday was yet several years away, and while she walked up the driveway to their house- Freya's, Thomas', uncle Grey's and Aunt Dalia's. She was doing the only thing that could make her go on during days like these.
Dreaming!
Freya had always done a lot of dreaming. About that her mother would be here, that he'd stop drinking, that anyone- any relative on her mum's side would come and save her…
Those dreams, about better times and days that she would be an adult and get away were the only ones that could make her keep on going, put one foot in front of the other as she walked.
"FREYA!" Uncle Grey called her name when Freya had barely passed the door. And she knew that tone in his voice. "COME HERE…"
Uncle Grey scared Freya more than anyone ever did, her dad Thomas too. And she knew they both blamed her for what happened to her mum.
And she hated them! She hated them as much as they hated her. And she knew it with all of her…
For now, Freya looked back on her uncle, who was simply laughing coldly while his wife was going around the room serving him everything he pointed at.
"Hey, Freya"- uncle Grey suddenly yelled across the room. "I need more beer… maybe, now for Christmas. The stores even let little kids buy some… can't you go down and see if you can buy some. Steal some if you have to…"
For just a second, while she ignored the tone in Uncle Grey's voice and laughter. Freya pulled on her boots…
Then she noticed the look on Aunt Dahlia face. She wasn't looking at Freya- but while she did some dishes, right after cleaning the whole kitchen she just looked so helpless and tired. Like she had given up on everything- life itself most of all.
Is that the way you want to look in another seventy years?
Suddenly there was a voice inside of Freya's mind, out of nowhere it seemed to come.
She seemed to remember a song someone had been playing at school only earlier today.
That song that changed anything.
Now I'm a warrior….
Before she had had the time to change her mind Freya forced her fear away and turned back to uncle Grey and her dad. Oh how she hated these two and how long she was ready to show it.
She forced her anger to grow bigger than her fear., And there was something in her that had made it so easy after everything they had put her through
"Didn't you hear me kid?" Uncle Grey shouted as Freya faced him. "I need more beer."
Freya was really more afraid than she had ever been before. She wouldn't have been surprised if he killed her right there and then. But she also couldn't take this anymore…
"Go and get some for me. Now!"
There was only one word left, more important than any other.
"No."
This chapter has been inspired by the song warrior by Demi Lovato.
Random fact
I came up with Freya's last name because 1. It's never mentioned in the series and 2. Freya is my dad's dog's name.
Another fact- Freya's mum died from Preeclampsia.. anyway, that means something to me. Because my mum actually had Preeclampsia when she was pregnant the first time (having me) her high blood pressure was luckily diagnosed and the next day I was born with a C-section. But that's still so common and yes- very serious and fatal for both the mother and the baby if not diagnosed and treated in time.
