Fic: All I Want For Christmas...
TITLE: All I Want For Christmas
AUTHOR: Pearlsie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never mine. Except the unrecognizable characters. I'll take blame for them.
CHARACTERS: James Norrington, and a pack of OC's
RATING: A hard G
WARNINGS: "hard" because it sounds cool. (No, because it could be considered to deal with mature themes. *eyeroll*)
WORDCOUNT: 561
SUMMARY: James Norrington, Christmas when he's 6.
SERIES: My X-mas one, which doesn't have a title. The fics are all my latest posts on my LJ, no other posts in between them.
Momma says that Daddy needs to come home. But I don't want Daddy to come home. When Daddy's at home he yells a lot, an' throws things. Momma can sleep more, but she cries a lot, and cries even more after he leaves. Momma's always sad, but Daddy makes her sadder.
An' when Daddy's at home, Raven pushes me more. He shoves me down the stairs and I bang my head. And he makes fun of me, an' calls me a nancy-boy just 'cause I play with Lotty. I like Lotty. She’s nicer than him. When Raven pushes me, or hits me, Daddy just laughs. He doesn't like me much, I think. But he likes Raven. Raven's bigger than me, and when he plays all he does is sit around and pick the legs off flies and spiders. It's mean.
I don't know why Daddy likes me less than Raven. I try to be good, I really do. But if I hit Raven back than Daddy grabs me away an' locks me in the empty cupboard for being bad. Why doesn't Daddy like me?
It's Christmas today, so Daddy prob'ly will come back. He'll be loud and noisy and throw things around. An' I won't be able to go see Lotty 'cause Mama Anne will be working. Daddy's mean and makes Mama Anne, an' Melinda, an' Susie the Serving Girl work on Christmas. Momma always lets them go at noon, if they want to.
I wanna go see Lotty. Mama Anne told me that she got a doll for Christmas- a real doll, with wooden legs an' arms and a painted face an' yarn for hair. Lotty really wanted a real doll. She told me yesterday that Christmas was magic like that. She said that if people said a real special prayer on Christmas Eve then they'd get what they prayed for on Christmas. I wanna believe her, I really do. I wanna believe that Christmas is magic, just like Old Yancy beside the bridge is magic. He does funny tricks like pulling eggs from my ears.
So I said a prayer last night. But I didn't pray for the toy sword like I told Lotty an' Henry I wanted. I said a real special prayer for Momma, 'cause I want her to stop being so sad all the time. An' I prayed for God to come an' take Raven away. But Raven's still here and Momma's crying in her bed. I guess God doesn't like me much either. All I want is a real family, but I guess I'm not good enough for God.
The last bit of the prayer was for God to keep Daddy away and never let him come back. But I just heard the front door slam an' now Daddy's yelling for Momma. God really doesn't like me. But there's a window in front of me, an' Daddy hasn't seen me yet. Maybe I can sneak out and go down to the village and see Lotty. I'll even bring the bone I buried under the hedge by the back garden gate. Then Pigface and Brownie can fight over it.
Daddy's coming up the stairs now. It's a long way down. I don't know if I should jump.
Raven's laughing. I hate his laugh. It sounds like a whiny pig. I don't wanna be here. I'm leaving.
AUTHOR: Pearlsie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Never mine. Except the unrecognizable characters. I'll take blame for them.
CHARACTERS: James Norrington, and a pack of OC's
RATING: A hard G
WARNINGS: "hard" because it sounds cool. (No, because it could be considered to deal with mature themes. *eyeroll*)
WORDCOUNT: 561
SUMMARY: James Norrington, Christmas when he's 6.
SERIES: My X-mas one, which doesn't have a title. The fics are all my latest posts on my LJ, no other posts in between them.
Momma says that Daddy needs to come home. But I don't want Daddy to come home. When Daddy's at home he yells a lot, an' throws things. Momma can sleep more, but she cries a lot, and cries even more after he leaves. Momma's always sad, but Daddy makes her sadder.
An' when Daddy's at home, Raven pushes me more. He shoves me down the stairs and I bang my head. And he makes fun of me, an' calls me a nancy-boy just 'cause I play with Lotty. I like Lotty. She’s nicer than him. When Raven pushes me, or hits me, Daddy just laughs. He doesn't like me much, I think. But he likes Raven. Raven's bigger than me, and when he plays all he does is sit around and pick the legs off flies and spiders. It's mean.
I don't know why Daddy likes me less than Raven. I try to be good, I really do. But if I hit Raven back than Daddy grabs me away an' locks me in the empty cupboard for being bad. Why doesn't Daddy like me?
It's Christmas today, so Daddy prob'ly will come back. He'll be loud and noisy and throw things around. An' I won't be able to go see Lotty 'cause Mama Anne will be working. Daddy's mean and makes Mama Anne, an' Melinda, an' Susie the Serving Girl work on Christmas. Momma always lets them go at noon, if they want to.
I wanna go see Lotty. Mama Anne told me that she got a doll for Christmas- a real doll, with wooden legs an' arms and a painted face an' yarn for hair. Lotty really wanted a real doll. She told me yesterday that Christmas was magic like that. She said that if people said a real special prayer on Christmas Eve then they'd get what they prayed for on Christmas. I wanna believe her, I really do. I wanna believe that Christmas is magic, just like Old Yancy beside the bridge is magic. He does funny tricks like pulling eggs from my ears.
So I said a prayer last night. But I didn't pray for the toy sword like I told Lotty an' Henry I wanted. I said a real special prayer for Momma, 'cause I want her to stop being so sad all the time. An' I prayed for God to come an' take Raven away. But Raven's still here and Momma's crying in her bed. I guess God doesn't like me much either. All I want is a real family, but I guess I'm not good enough for God.
The last bit of the prayer was for God to keep Daddy away and never let him come back. But I just heard the front door slam an' now Daddy's yelling for Momma. God really doesn't like me. But there's a window in front of me, an' Daddy hasn't seen me yet. Maybe I can sneak out and go down to the village and see Lotty. I'll even bring the bone I buried under the hedge by the back garden gate. Then Pigface and Brownie can fight over it.
Daddy's coming up the stairs now. It's a long way down. I don't know if I should jump.
Raven's laughing. I hate his laugh. It sounds like a whiny pig. I don't wanna be here. I'm leaving.