Prison Break - Aloha, Sadness
Title: Aloha, Sadness
Author: clair-de-lune
Character: Debra Jean Belle
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Words: ~ 275
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: She heard the news earlier.
Notes: Set post 2.07 Buried. Not beta-read because I’m bold like that. I didn’t want to bug one of my betas since it’s not like a lot of people will actually be interested in a gen drabble, especially one about a minor character. (But if you happen to read it... feel free to mock correct my English ^^)
She won’t watch television tonight. She heard the news earlier. It was all over the channels, no way she’s missed it. National television played it a few times, local channels can’t seem to have enough of it. Her father won’t turn the damn thing off and she doesn’t have the courage - let alone the energy - to tell him the truth. How well she knew the guy. So, she doesn’t watch television. She says that she’s feeling queasy, which is quite an understatement, excuses herself from the dinner table, and goes to her room. She heard the news, caught a few images; it’s more than enough. She doesn’t want to remember him like that, eyes glassy and wide open, face frozen, and clothes full of blood.
The reporters, the police, the FBI... she doesn’t believe what they said, that he wanted to escape and tried to kill an agent. He’s not a killer - he was not a killer. She tried to explain that to the cop who interrogated her, but the woman didn’t take her seriously. She just mentioned something about being in shock and offered her sympathy and a list of doctors. Maybe for the first time in her life, Debra actually thought Fuck you and she had to bite her tongue into silence.
She briefly wonders if later, when the shock, the sorrow and the numbness are gone, she will feel used or betrayed. It would surely make things easier, but she doesn’t think she will. He’s been honest and candid with her. She curls up on her bed and, when memories flash under her closed eyes, she greets them with a sad Aloha.
--oOo--
14 August 2008
Giving back to Caesar...: The title? Rip-off from Bonjour Tristesse (Hello, Sadness) by Françoise Sagan. Prettier than the Aloha, Memories I first came up with.
Author: clair-de-lune
Character: Debra Jean Belle
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Words: ~ 275
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: She heard the news earlier.
Notes: Set post 2.07 Buried. Not beta-read because I’m bold like that. I didn’t want to bug one of my betas since it’s not like a lot of people will actually be interested in a gen drabble, especially one about a minor character. (But if you happen to read it... feel free to mock correct my English ^^)
She won’t watch television tonight. She heard the news earlier. It was all over the channels, no way she’s missed it. National television played it a few times, local channels can’t seem to have enough of it. Her father won’t turn the damn thing off and she doesn’t have the courage - let alone the energy - to tell him the truth. How well she knew the guy. So, she doesn’t watch television. She says that she’s feeling queasy, which is quite an understatement, excuses herself from the dinner table, and goes to her room. She heard the news, caught a few images; it’s more than enough. She doesn’t want to remember him like that, eyes glassy and wide open, face frozen, and clothes full of blood.
The reporters, the police, the FBI... she doesn’t believe what they said, that he wanted to escape and tried to kill an agent. He’s not a killer - he was not a killer. She tried to explain that to the cop who interrogated her, but the woman didn’t take her seriously. She just mentioned something about being in shock and offered her sympathy and a list of doctors. Maybe for the first time in her life, Debra actually thought Fuck you and she had to bite her tongue into silence.
She briefly wonders if later, when the shock, the sorrow and the numbness are gone, she will feel used or betrayed. It would surely make things easier, but she doesn’t think she will. He’s been honest and candid with her. She curls up on her bed and, when memories flash under her closed eyes, she greets them with a sad Aloha.
--oOo--
14 August 2008
Giving back to Caesar...: The title? Rip-off from Bonjour Tristesse (Hello, Sadness) by Françoise Sagan. Prettier than the Aloha, Memories I first came up with.