The longest day [locked to those who know about the demon-fighting side of her life]
ooc: Mix of canon and RP.
What was the longest day of your life?
My time as a higher being, definitely. Yes, it lasted more than a day, but higher beings don't sleep, you know. You just.... sit up there. And watch. So even though I was there for weeks, without that period of sleep to break up the time, it felt like one really, really long day. And oh my god, was it a boring day! I mean sure, at first it was kind of cool to be able to watch my friends and poke around in the past. I learned a lot of stuff I wouldn't have otherwise known. Some of it I kind of wished I didn't learn, but it's not like I could unlearn it later, so I'm stuck with it. Still, there's only so much time you can spend watching other people live before it gets old. Even in the best of circumstances, I've never had the greatest attention span. We're not talking ADD or anything like that, I just haven't ever been good at staying focused on any one thing for a long period of time. I need constant stimulation. That's what my therapist says, at least. I'm still not sure if I like him.
If we're talking the longest 24-hour period, though, then I have to say the day my daughter was born. Which also happens to be the day she died. I guess that's pretty self-explanatory, but for me it was way more complicated than just losing Christine. I started the day in one dimension and ended it in another. When I woke up that morning, I was a famous actress, very happily married to a gorgeous, successful movie producer, expecting our first child together. It was... well, I guess it was kind of like my perfect life, except for it all being completely fake. I went into labor, which wasn't as long as it could have been because they did a C section pretty quickly. She was born by midday and she was so precious and beautiful. I can't remember ever being as happy as I was for those 21 minutes she was alive. And then they told me she was gone, and I wouldn't believe it until I saw her for myself, which made it so much worse because now the last memory I have of her is touching soft baby skin and already feeling it growing cool.
And like that wasn't bad enough, the next thing I knew, I was back in the Hyperion, totally alone in my dusty old room, still sore all over from my surgery and grieving my lost child. If Connor hadn't called when he did, I don't know what I would have done. I honestly might not be here right now. I just don't know. But he did call, and I was grateful to hear his voice, but still so confused and sad. Those next few hours, waiting for him to get there, were probably the longest of my life, even if I did sleep through most of it. By the time the day was over, I was in Savannah with him and Harry, my daughter was gone, and everyone I knew thought I was dead. I felt like a year had passed, not a day. How could so much joy and pain possibly fit into just one day? I still don't know how I survived it.
What was the longest day of your life?
My time as a higher being, definitely. Yes, it lasted more than a day, but higher beings don't sleep, you know. You just.... sit up there. And watch. So even though I was there for weeks, without that period of sleep to break up the time, it felt like one really, really long day. And oh my god, was it a boring day! I mean sure, at first it was kind of cool to be able to watch my friends and poke around in the past. I learned a lot of stuff I wouldn't have otherwise known. Some of it I kind of wished I didn't learn, but it's not like I could unlearn it later, so I'm stuck with it. Still, there's only so much time you can spend watching other people live before it gets old. Even in the best of circumstances, I've never had the greatest attention span. We're not talking ADD or anything like that, I just haven't ever been good at staying focused on any one thing for a long period of time. I need constant stimulation. That's what my therapist says, at least. I'm still not sure if I like him.
If we're talking the longest 24-hour period, though, then I have to say the day my daughter was born. Which also happens to be the day she died. I guess that's pretty self-explanatory, but for me it was way more complicated than just losing Christine. I started the day in one dimension and ended it in another. When I woke up that morning, I was a famous actress, very happily married to a gorgeous, successful movie producer, expecting our first child together. It was... well, I guess it was kind of like my perfect life, except for it all being completely fake. I went into labor, which wasn't as long as it could have been because they did a C section pretty quickly. She was born by midday and she was so precious and beautiful. I can't remember ever being as happy as I was for those 21 minutes she was alive. And then they told me she was gone, and I wouldn't believe it until I saw her for myself, which made it so much worse because now the last memory I have of her is touching soft baby skin and already feeling it growing cool.
And like that wasn't bad enough, the next thing I knew, I was back in the Hyperion, totally alone in my dusty old room, still sore all over from my surgery and grieving my lost child. If Connor hadn't called when he did, I don't know what I would have done. I honestly might not be here right now. I just don't know. But he did call, and I was grateful to hear his voice, but still so confused and sad. Those next few hours, waiting for him to get there, were probably the longest of my life, even if I did sleep through most of it. By the time the day was over, I was in Savannah with him and Harry, my daughter was gone, and everyone I knew thought I was dead. I felt like a year had passed, not a day. How could so much joy and pain possibly fit into just one day? I still don't know how I survived it.