Fanfiction: Lonely Girl
1988
Faith opened her eyes. Her mother was sitting on her bed, her soft hands going through the little girl’s hair. “Come on, get up!” she whispered, in the nicest voice Faith could remember her ever using.
“What time is it Momma?” She tentatively asked. She was sure Momma would not be in such a good mood if she had overslept and missed school.
“Doesn’t matter, come on, I wanna show you something,” Liz answered. She took Faith’s hand and together they headed for the living room. “See that?” She asked the little girl, pointing to the window. Faith’s eyes widened. It was snowing and the street outside their apartment was slowly turning all white. She smiled and looked up at her mother. Her eyes were glowing. “I have a killer idea,” she said. “How you feel bout snowmen?” She chuckled at the little girl’s enthusiastic nod.
15 minutes later they were both playing in the street, laughing their frozen asses off.
It was the best day of her life.
II.
1993
Walking home from school was the favorite part of Faith’s day. Every time she traveled the 12 blocks that separated her school from home she could pretend that there was someone waiting for her there. That maybe her mother would be home, and she’d have fresh cookies and she’d ask about her day and all those stupid things TV moms always did.
She knew it was pretty damn close to impossible, but part of her couldn’t help but hope.
She was just about to cross the park when she heard a small noise, kinda like a puppy crying. She looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She finally saw it. A bird nest had fallen down from a tree.
She looked around once more; making sure no one was around. She had a pretty good idea of what would happen if any of her fellow fifth-graders found out about what she was about to do. Faith Lehane, Bad Tough Girl, climbing up a tree to help a bunch of new born birdies.
She dropped her back-pack, took the nest and climbed a tree. And no one ever knew.
III.
1997
The dark haired girl walked down the street, not sure were she was going, but knowing for sure what she was walking away from.
He had moved in almost 4 years ago. He made sure Faith knew everything she ever did— everything she was—, was wrong, from the way she talked to the way she held her fucking mug. He beat the crap out of her and had convinced her she wasn’t worth shit. He had taken her virginity even before she knew she had it.
He was Momma’s high school sweetheart, the one she had gotten bored of and dumped back in the day. Faith was not his daughter, so he could do whatever he wanted with her.
She didn’t think her mother would miss her, and even if she did, Faith wouldn’t have stayed. A mother was supposed to love you and keep you safe; hers had done neither.
Being on her own was nothing new to her, and when you’re 14, the world is waiting for you.
IV.
1998
Faith was 100 sure the woman in front of her had made a big, huge, mistake.
In the remote case what the lady was saying was true, then she definitely was not the girl she was looking for. She must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere on her way from the Mother Country.
“Look… Meredith, thanks for dinner and all but you’re a thousand different shades of wrong,” she said, standing up.
The woman just smiled at her and nodded. Faith walked out of the restaurant and started to walk; telling herself it was stupid and that why would anyone think she was special anyway. Whatever that lady was on, she planned of staying clear off. She was probably just a cult recruiter or something; no way was Faith gonna get involved with that kinda stuff.
But what if she’s right? A little voice in the back of her head told her. What if you are special? Don’t you at least have to find out if she’s for real? Faith stopped walking and decided to give the crazy lady a chance; after all, she had nothing to lose.
She turned around and saw Meredith Parker standing a few feet away from her in all of her tweed-clad glory.
V.
2000
She stared at the glass of milk on the table. It seemed it had been hours since she poured it, but she hadn’t been able to move.
Milk was his thing. Milk and cookies and fucking pink dresses that looked stupid on her anyway.
He’d said she’d always have him. He’d promised she’d always have him.
Before it’d even registered she’d taken the glass and threw it against the wall.
“You promised!” She yelled. “You evil son of a bitch, you promised me you wouldn’t leave me!”
Her hands fell on the table and soon her head followed. Her shoulders started to shake, and tears were flowing down her face. She tried to control herself, she tried her best but it wasn’t enough.
Finally she gave up and cried. It was as if all of the tears she had stubbornly refused to shed since she was 11 had decided to comeback with a vengeance.
Because tough girls like her didn’t cry. Not even when they read in the paper that their mother’s been beaten to death or when they see their Watcher’s body torn into pieces.
After the fucking wells she had for eyes dried up she stood up and walked upstairs. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and found out that B looked cute even when she bawled.