Fic: Gone
Fic for
occhallenge
Title: Gone
Prompt: Table 2: Empty
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Teresa DiCarlo (OFC Claim)
Rating: PG
One hundred miles outside of San Francisco, Teresa pulled the VW Bus to the side of an abandoned stretch of highway. Stumbling out of the driver’s side door, she wandered off of the road, into the wild grasses of a steep hill. She tripped over a tree root, fell down and rolled six feet into a ditch.
Lying in the dead leaves, Teresa stared at the sky above her, eyes dull. Birds flew past, and insects chirped, but all she could see was Katrina. She remembered her smile - the way the right side of her mouth quirked just a tiny bit higher than the left, the way the skin between her eyebrows drew together when she was annoyed, the clear blue of her eyes. She thought of lazy summer days spent strumming her guitar while Katrina sang along, voice high and sweet, nights spent curled against each other in their tiny apartment, the rest of the world and its problems seemingly so far from them.
Teresa felt the emptiness beside her like a physical pain, recalling what it meant to have someone with her, someone she could count on and lean on, someone to fight for and to protect. But now there was no one there. She spent most of her life searching for someone to love her, someone to make her feel at ease, safe in the knowledge that she belonged. And she had finally found it, finally found a person who cared for her above all else, and now she was gone.
Teresa closed her eyes, the image of the dead priest clear in her mind, his throat sliced open and gaping. Katrina had not been in the church when she got there, Katrina was gone. Teresa knew she had to have been kidnapped, that the man with the yellow eyes had finally come for her. Teresa held out hope that she would find Katrina, be with her again, but somehow knew that she would never see her again; that the empty space next to her would remain that way.
Katrina was gone.
occhallenge
Title: Gone
Prompt: Table 2: Empty
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Teresa DiCarlo (OFC Claim)
Rating: PG
One hundred miles outside of San Francisco, Teresa pulled the VW Bus to the side of an abandoned stretch of highway. Stumbling out of the driver’s side door, she wandered off of the road, into the wild grasses of a steep hill. She tripped over a tree root, fell down and rolled six feet into a ditch.
Lying in the dead leaves, Teresa stared at the sky above her, eyes dull. Birds flew past, and insects chirped, but all she could see was Katrina. She remembered her smile - the way the right side of her mouth quirked just a tiny bit higher than the left, the way the skin between her eyebrows drew together when she was annoyed, the clear blue of her eyes. She thought of lazy summer days spent strumming her guitar while Katrina sang along, voice high and sweet, nights spent curled against each other in their tiny apartment, the rest of the world and its problems seemingly so far from them.
Teresa felt the emptiness beside her like a physical pain, recalling what it meant to have someone with her, someone she could count on and lean on, someone to fight for and to protect. But now there was no one there. She spent most of her life searching for someone to love her, someone to make her feel at ease, safe in the knowledge that she belonged. And she had finally found it, finally found a person who cared for her above all else, and now she was gone.
Teresa closed her eyes, the image of the dead priest clear in her mind, his throat sliced open and gaping. Katrina had not been in the church when she got there, Katrina was gone. Teresa knew she had to have been kidnapped, that the man with the yellow eyes had finally come for her. Teresa held out hope that she would find Katrina, be with her again, but somehow knew that she would never see her again; that the empty space next to her would remain that way.
Katrina was gone.