Post by KARA GORMAN on Sept 5, 2016 16:26:26 GMT -6
THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS OF HER TROUBLED PAST
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 that her soul left this world, and yet, Kara 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.
And maybe that was how she found herself outside of the Blackwood Estate, having been given the address by Esme before she disappeared in the night and left Kara with more questions than answers. Having been discharged from the hospital a while ago, but forced to see a therapist and counselor once ever week, she was finally allowed to go out on her own. For over a month she had held her tongue, never questioned about what she was told, and tried to get over the fear of actually visiting the man that was supposedly her father to get some answers. Of course, before she left the house, she had promised that she would never go near the bridge again, having worried her family sick about her when she had headed towards the door. She slowly walked up the steps of the looming building and knocked on the doors, fear to pulse within her. Kara tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, teeth crunching down on the flesh lightly. For once, she wasn’t followed around by people that wanted to know why she jumped or how she survived, the news finally moving on to its new hit story.
She pursed her lips and spun around on her heels about to make her leave, but as she began down the steps, she heard the door behind her creak open. As if in a horror movie she turned around to see the door slowly opening without a gentle hand to guide it and without even thinking, the blonde moved towards the door and entered the unknown surrounding. If she wanted to die before, she would die just like all the blondes in horror movies did. As clique as they came.
“Hello?” she called into the open and empty air, her voice echoing around her as she took in the grand décor. She could fit her room a hundred times over into this one little space she currently stood in. These people must fucking rich, she thought to herself.
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 that her soul left this world, and yet, Kara 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.
And maybe that was how she found herself outside of the Blackwood Estate, having been given the address by Esme before she disappeared in the night and left Kara with more questions than answers. Having been discharged from the hospital a while ago, but forced to see a therapist and counselor once ever week, she was finally allowed to go out on her own. For over a month she had held her tongue, never questioned about what she was told, and tried to get over the fear of actually visiting the man that was supposedly her father to get some answers. Of course, before she left the house, she had promised that she would never go near the bridge again, having worried her family sick about her when she had headed towards the door. She slowly walked up the steps of the looming building and knocked on the doors, fear to pulse within her. Kara tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, teeth crunching down on the flesh lightly. For once, she wasn’t followed around by people that wanted to know why she jumped or how she survived, the news finally moving on to its new hit story.
She pursed her lips and spun around on her heels about to make her leave, but as she began down the steps, she heard the door behind her creak open. As if in a horror movie she turned around to see the door slowly opening without a gentle hand to guide it and without even thinking, the blonde moved towards the door and entered the unknown surrounding. If she wanted to die before, she would die just like all the blondes in horror movies did. As clique as they came.
“Hello?” she called into the open and empty air, her voice echoing around her as she took in the grand décor. She could fit her room a hundred times over into this one little space she currently stood in. These people must fucking rich, she thought to herself.
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