Oct 12, 2010 16:54
I now I haven’t been posting this in a while, and my beta hasn’t responded in like a month, so I’ll be posting unbeta-d very very soon.
Almost two years have passed, but feel like ten, like a life time.
Sometimes, in the mornings, in that state when you’re not entirely awake but not asleep either, Alice can hear her mother yell that they’ll be late for school again if they don’t come down now. She can smell a faint odor, sweet and spicy, her father’s burned tobacco. Her brother running in the hallway. The moment doesn’t stretch for more than a second, but while you’re dreaming it can feel like a life time. An almost life.
Then full consciousness.
These dreamlike moments always occur in times of great stress and anxiety, as if her subconscious considers them a touch of relief, a break from reality. Now, awake, they feel like torture.
Memories of a never lived life.
Unnecessary trouble. Especially if you’re hunting a witch who can control hellhounds. And you’re doing it all by yourself.
verse: the third day,
fandom: supernatural,
fanfic