Post by KARA GORMAN on Jul 19, 2016 21:48:23 GMT -6
━ THE DEVILS IN THE DETAILS ━
Her life had gone to shit. Absolute shit. Maybe it all started when she was younger, losing her parents to a house fire, or maybe it was after she had found herself wondering if her life was worth living. She never knew and probably never will know what had made her life feel so horrible. Was she even supposed to be living this life? Many told her yes, her parents had told her yes and her adoptive parents had told her yes. No one knew why she had gone up to the bridge, and she wouldn’t ever tell them. Depression wasn’t something to be messed with, suicide thoughts were not something to be messed with and yet she had tempted fate and had lost. Lost in two aspects, she had lost her life but she had also lost the right to death. Waking up in the hospital room was like waking up in hell. She was in hell each day she breathed and no one understood that. No one understood what was going on within her being. The doctors didn’t know, her adoptive parents did know, the few friends she had didn’t know. Hell, she didn’t even know why she felt this way. Her real parents, the ones that had raised her before they perished in a fire, never suffered from depression as badly as she did, though she didn’t believe that any of them knew about the powers she somehow possessed.
She had to possess powers, how else would she have survived both the fire and the fall from the bridge. She had died in the latter, she knew she did, but she was alive. Fuck fate.
She had thought she knew everything about herself until she met a woman, one that had come into her hospital room and introduced herself as Esme Blackwood. She told her things that she couldn’t believe, that she had Wiccan blood running through her veins and that was why she was alive to that day. Why her life was such a precious thing that not even death could claim it. It changed her fucked up life in more ways than one, and while Kara didn’t believe she was curious.
That curiosity was something that forced her life into the current flames that surrounded her as if hell itself were trying to open up and swallow her whole. Her father, the father she believed to have been her true biological father, wasn’t. another man, a man by the name of Tate was her true father and when she had shown him a picture of the woman she believed to be her true mother, she learned that he had never seen the woman before. Her heart hurt, did that mean that she was adopted twice? The first family, filled with siblings and warm memories, was all just as fake as the adoption papers that her new family held within their possession? Did it mean that her true mother, the woman that slept with Tate Blackwood and bore Kara into the world, was nothing but a woman that took a leave from her life because she didn’t want the memory within her mind each day she looked at Kara? She quickly pushed a thumb beneath her eyes to wipe away the water that trailed down her cheek. No wonder she was depressed, she didn’t belong. Not in the world, not in a family. She was just a means to an end.
But with this power she had, she couldn’t kill herself. At least, not until she found a weakness.
Her feet padded against the ground as she left the hospital, her daily session with the therapist over and she was forced to walk home alone. The sun had fallen behind rain clouds as she walked swiftly through the streets of San Francisco, her adoptive parents having called to tell her they were unable to retrieve her and that she would have to walk from the hospital to their home. It wasn’t a long walk, but it was long enough. Leaving her to her thoughts for that long never ended well, especially these days.