Post by thorne on Apr 13, 2011 20:11:08 GMT -6
and i thought i saw a sign
{ SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE LINES BUT MAYBE IT'S ME MAYBE }
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The girl actually fidgeted a little bit, standing before Thorne and looking very deep in thought. Like she was uncomfortable with the way that this strange blonde chick was looking at her. Thorne didn't mean to make her feel like that; she knew just how she'd feel in Katheryn's shoes. Only something was off about the child in front of her, and she felt a strange need to never take her eyes off her, as though something horrible would happen if she did.
Even as Thorne was bending down a little to get to the same eye level as the little girl, everything in her mind was screaming not to do it, to stay away, to run away. Like her life depended on it. Like it was a life or death kind of situation. She tucked the thought away; it was crazy, after all. Stupid. Insane. The strangest, most foreign thought came to mind -- Peter Pan. She hadn't read the book since the fourth grade, but there was that part that she always remembered, when Mrs Darling was cleaning up their minds -- Wendy's and John's and Michael's. Folding up childish fantasies like clothes and putting them in drawers, laying out proper thoughts like they were going to wear them the next day. She remembered, vaguely, thinking how weird that was, how Wendy and John and Michael would only wake up and reject the chosen thoughts and open the drawers to get out the other ones.
And then, after that, Thorne remembered lying in bed and asking her mother as she tucked her in if she ever cleaned up her mind. Isabel had just laughed, a pretty, tinkling sound that Thorne had always loved, and said that no, she hadn't -- Thorne's mind was her own, and she was the only one who got to tidy it up. After she'd turned out the light, she had laid in bed and tried to imagine what her mind would look like; what kind of wood the drawers would be made of, if it was neat and tidy or as messy as the floor around the box her parents tried to keep her toys contained in.
In front of her, Kathy shook her head, brown curls bouncing in a cheerful fashion, just to match the wide, toothy grin that appeared on her little face next. A little pause, and then she said confidentially, "I only believe in the Tooth Fairy." Then, giggling -- a high-pitched giggle, so much different than Thorne had ever been able to laugh -- she skipped around the tree trunk, fingers brushing the rough bark. Thorne watched her with wide, deep brown eyes. To be honest, she was a little bit shocked.
This girl might be as insane as people sometimes thought Thorne was.
People had a reason for thinking Thorne was insane. They watched as she came to the cemetery, sat down by Isabel Lohrasbe's grave, and talked to thin air -- even if that was only some of the times that she came to visit. It was more common to find her just sitting there in silence, thinking; tears weren't all that popular for her. "Yeah? And has the Tooth Fairy come to see you recently?"
tagged; katheryn anne o'connor
word count; five hundred forty
outfit; click for a free pet unicorn
lyrics; good to you, marianas trench
muse; last kiss, taylor swift
notes; oh, peter pan. ;)
