fairestofall's blog

Dear Charlie,

There was this time when I was maybe twelve – it was long after Clara and Daddy adopted me – when I was jealous. You and Jason had found Dodge and were spending all your time with him and it was hard at first to track you down. I had to go to school, I had this family I had to learn to be a part of but then I’d find you two and you’d be off being best friends with some stupid boy in a stupid hat and you were all so happy and I thought you didn’t need me anymore. At twelve, that made more sense than it probably does now.

I was just sitting there drawing -- no, I don't need a blanket, I'm fine -- I wasn't doing anything except d-drawing the people and then there was this... this sound and there was screaming a-and this guy just... I don't really remember after. I was screaming. I thought I was going to die. I ran. I fell. T-t-this woman found me. We were running. This pipe almost hit us. Could... could only wrap it up. I don't know where she is now. I saw a friend. He sat with me. Brought me to the paramedics. My sketchbook is still out there.

Maddy couldn't remember a winter when they had such a terrible storm on the horizon. Not any time outside of the depths of summer. The clouds are dark, purple and black swirls behind the skyline of Eidolon, clouds illuminating with the flashes of lightening.

She stands on the seemingly weak railing of the bridge while the thunder crashes and she can feel the electricity in the air. The electricity is thick in the air, dancing across her skin like an itch she can't scratch. A mosquito she can't find.