Nov 06, 2011 19:08
[ Welp. This is the opposite of where she wants to be. In fact, she's pretty sure this is the worst excuse for gettin' outta life that anybody's ever woken up to. But her first concern is not anything to do with herself. She remembers opening the doors for the Hellhounds. She remembers wrapping her hand over her daughter's lifeless one and pressing down the trigger to the bombs. Everything else is a blur of white heat, silence, and pitch black. But where in the hell is her daughter? The voice you hear is slightly rough, a little gravely, and thick with emotion. Also anger. A pretty fair amount of it. ]
Jo? [ No response, not immediately, so she starts freaking out a little more. ] Joanna Beth Harvelle, you answer me right this second! [ Because talking to her daughter in that momly tone is going to get a response. Right? But if Jo's not coming out of the woodwork on her own, something's wrong. And then she has a second thought. ]
Bill?
[ Nothing. So much nothing. Is this Hell? Or is it some weird, warped version of Heaven? Doesn't much matter to her. She just wants to know what's happening. ]
I don't know who the hell you all think you are, or what this is, but if you're keepin' my girl from me, I'm gonna find you. And you'd best believe you're not gonna like it when I do. You give her back t'me, y'hear? Give her back! [ SO MANY FEEEEEEEELIIIIIIINGS… Click. ]
☄ellen harvelle