Their Stories
Author: Neeka
Disclaimer: I wish I owned em, but I don't, don't own the music either.
Catergory: Alternate Universe
Summary: An AU series dealing with mental and physical abuse of some sort. Please if your sensitive in those sort of areas, like rape, child abuse etc. don't read this.
Feedback: Please, I'll love you forever. :)
Author's Note: Music in this story is Sullen Girl by Fiona Apple.
Liz's Story - Sullen Girl
Part 4
She walked into the living room where all the children had already assembled themselves. She looked from face to face, a few were still grim, but three were actually semi-what happy.
"What's going on?"
Kathleen asked, taking a seat in one of the recliners.
"I wanna talk."
Kathleen looked up at Liz.
"You wanna tell us?"
"Yes, it's been bugging me, I wanna talk."
"Okay, well go ahead and start, whenever your ready."
Liz nodded and inhaled deeply.
"I haven't been in a hospital my entire life. I was only brought in about a year ago. They brought me from the boarding school I was in. I'd kinda just slowly lost my mind. I mean I would get lost. Get lost and not know what to do. Sometimes though, sometimes I would wander down the school halls, muttering things. I don't even remember doing it. Everything had been off since my father died. He left me alone, that's why I was in the boarding school in the first place. He wanted me to stay in one til I was 18. Than, I would get his estate. They didn't leave me in the boarding school though. They made me leave and go to a hospital, they said everything wasn't right. I swear it was though, I was just a little depressed about my father's death. It's allowed."
Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day - and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel - to take flight -
"So soon I just started not talking in the hospital. I wasn't happy to be there, I didn't think I belonged there. They sent me there anyways. I was upset to say the least. I mean, I was NOT crazy. I was just depressed. Soon though, my depression hit an all time low and I just stayed low. I mean I stayed in my own little world. The hospital was making me loose my mind, I had only been depressed. Not crazy."
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
"And they don't understand why I was so upset with my father's death. I was so upset because I was the one who was supposed to kill him. Not some drunk driver. Me. I was the one who was gonna end his life. The things he'd done to me while he was alive, they were horrid things. He would rape me. He would come into my room at night. Since I was five he did that. My mother packed all her stuff and left when I was eight. I cried for three days straight. No one understood why I was really loosing myself. He took away everything a kid could ever hope for. He made my life a living hell. He left me empty inside. And my mother just left me."
Is that what they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl
The don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -
And he left an empty shell of me
"So in the hospital I realized some things. I realized that they were asking me of to much and that it was okay to sometimes want to go into my own little world and relax. They didn't understand that that was where my life was. That I was safe in my own little world. They didn't understand that I had made it when I was young and used it when the world became to much for me. They just didn't listen. They didn't want to face the fact that I was happier in my own little world than I would have been in the real world."
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
"It was safer and calmer in my world. I liked my world. I like my world. I've built it so high that sometimes it's real hard to try and leave it. No one understand that though. They don't understand that I like the world I've built. It's calmer and safer. They just don't understand that."
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
"Thank you Liz. I'm sure that was hard to tell."
Kathleen said smiling at the young girl who herself was in tears. Max however reached out for her and took her into his arms. Tess also patting her back. These kids were close. Now, just to find out who was related. She really hadn't had time to figure that much out.
"So, I've got a question."
Kathleen said, getting the kid's attention.
"What?"
Kyle asked.
"Who's related?"
"Oh, well can't you tell?"
Maria asked grinning.
"No, who is?"
"Max and Isabel. They're twins actually. Used to be real close."
"Why aren't they close now?"
"Hey, I know as much about that as you, we didn't tell our stories, until we met you."
"Oh, right."
Kathleen turned to Max and Isabel.
"Either of you want to tell me why your here?"
"I can."
"Really?"
"I said I would didn't I?"
"Yes you did, well, go ahead."
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