71 - Broken
Title: Hostage
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Pairing: Justine
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 71 - Broken
Word Count: 376
Authors Note: Never wrote Justine before, not sure where this came from. Again, I blame Meg.
Sitting in a dark closet - gagged and chained - could make anyone lose their sanity. Then again you’d have to have a firm grip on it in the first place.
”Justine, what did you do now?” the voice yelled at her again, making her feel small and trying to hide inside herself. “Why did you do that? You know that you’re not allowed to drink juice in the living room.”
She swallowed and looked up with wide eyes. “It was an accident!”
“’Tine didn’t mean to ruin my dress, Da!” Julia looked down at her dress, biting her lip at the large grape stain over the front, a clear sign it was ruined.
“Why can’t you be more like Julia?” Justine blinked at the yelling voice, unable to find her own as her gaze was turned to her human reflection. Except this reflection was her sister.
Her sister Julia. Her twin.
Julia was everything Justine wasn’t; simply put - perfect.
“Why don’t you ever listen?” Her jaw clenched as she tried not to cry, her fingers burning as she dug her nails into her palms. “DamnitJustine!”
DamnitJustine. She heard that so much that for the first six years she thought that was her name.
‘My name is DamnitJustine…’
Before she knew it there were big fingers in her hair, leading her up the stairs to that room. The one she hated. Justine knew not to struggle, she could still feel her sister nearby as she was dragged into the darkness.
“Please.” Her voice was ignored as she felt her back hit the closet wall, the smell of men’s clothes filling her nose as she heard that loud click of the door and the bang of the lock. There wasn’t any use in trying, she knew the door wouldn’t open and even if she tried it would mean a worse punishment.
A moment later there was light tapping on the door and the low sound of flesh rubbing against wood and Justine scrambled in the dark to connect with the fingers sticking from beneath the wooden door.
The dark was pierced by the light from the opening door and broke her from her memories, her eyes looking up widely and filled with the faintest hint of hope. ”Daddy?”
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Pairing: Justine
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 71 - Broken
Word Count: 376
Authors Note: Never wrote Justine before, not sure where this came from. Again, I blame Meg.
Sitting in a dark closet - gagged and chained - could make anyone lose their sanity. Then again you’d have to have a firm grip on it in the first place.
”Justine, what did you do now?” the voice yelled at her again, making her feel small and trying to hide inside herself. “Why did you do that? You know that you’re not allowed to drink juice in the living room.”
She swallowed and looked up with wide eyes. “It was an accident!”
“’Tine didn’t mean to ruin my dress, Da!” Julia looked down at her dress, biting her lip at the large grape stain over the front, a clear sign it was ruined.
“Why can’t you be more like Julia?” Justine blinked at the yelling voice, unable to find her own as her gaze was turned to her human reflection. Except this reflection was her sister.
Her sister Julia. Her twin.
Julia was everything Justine wasn’t; simply put - perfect.
“Why don’t you ever listen?” Her jaw clenched as she tried not to cry, her fingers burning as she dug her nails into her palms. “DamnitJustine!”
DamnitJustine. She heard that so much that for the first six years she thought that was her name.
‘My name is DamnitJustine…’
Before she knew it there were big fingers in her hair, leading her up the stairs to that room. The one she hated. Justine knew not to struggle, she could still feel her sister nearby as she was dragged into the darkness.
“Please.” Her voice was ignored as she felt her back hit the closet wall, the smell of men’s clothes filling her nose as she heard that loud click of the door and the bang of the lock. There wasn’t any use in trying, she knew the door wouldn’t open and even if she tried it would mean a worse punishment.
A moment later there was light tapping on the door and the low sound of flesh rubbing against wood and Justine scrambled in the dark to connect with the fingers sticking from beneath the wooden door.
The dark was pierced by the light from the opening door and broke her from her memories, her eyes looking up widely and filled with the faintest hint of hope. ”Daddy?”