Title: Reminder (2 / 3)
Fandom: BSG2003
Author: crimson
Date: 14.11.2005
Series / Season: not particularly
Rating: PG-14 / T
Category: Angst / Drama
Pairing / Focus: Kara
Summary: The sounds were translated by itself, firmly in her head. The song had no text. Only the quiet gentle melody.
Spoiler: Season2 to farm
Word count: 1,202
Disclaimer: The characters and the backround are unfortunately not mine, but Ron Moore once said that we should play with them. : D If they are not mine, then have NBC, Universal, Larson and Moore have the rights to the series.
Authors note: -
Part 2
difficulty she stood up. Leaned on the old chair, and looked for new ones. The regular beating of the rain intensified, storm surged against the wobbly hinges of the window. The old frame creaked with each gust of wind that beat against him. Cursing, Kara rummaged in the little drawer. In the darkness, their fingers brushed over yellowed sheet music. Bitter They included the familiar pages.
silent she glanced at the piano, each curve was determined in the grain. Deliberately touched the precious wood, the fine structure of the keys. Kara naively suggested to one sound. He died in the deserted room. The relief, which emanated from the familiar noise of the vibrating strings, washed over her bruised soul. Promised healing. Slowly, she sat down on the worn-out stool. Felt the rough leather with her delicate fingers. Lovingly, she looked at the abandoned work on his heel. Carefully as threatening the stability of paper to fall apart at this connection, drove them with his thumb over his clear writing.
A bright beam of light shone through the rain-drenched windows and their views of the sought current donors. The precious leaves basically they took the batteries out of the drawer and writhing on the radio. With a trembling hand opened the drawer and Kara shook the batteries from the old radio. They rolled noisily on the wooden floor.
"Tell me where you've hidden it." Her cheeks burned. Their ears still rang from the hard contact. "Where have you hidden this damn part, you little bitch?"
stood in her deep green eyes the pain that seizes her, had dug deep into her little heart. "No." Tears choked her voice. "You wanted to throw it away." Injured they saw in the dim view of her mother. "It the last one we have left. "betrayal of her face was written." is you have simply thrown in the garbage, as if it were a worthless piece of metal. "
"She is a worthless piece of metal. He wanted is gone. "anger boiled up in Karen. anger that could not control it, and rarely, swept over her little daughter.
love shone in the small emeralds that Kara was allowed to call their own. She hugged the narrow waist of the woman before him. clutching what they once shared.
fingers clenched around the battery in their hand. Painful expressed her nails into his flesh.
The anger flared in the eyes of her mother. Uncertain they took a step back, the sweeping hand evasive. "Why?" The quiet, almost inaudible word stood between the two. Banished and separated them. "Why can not everything be like before?" She had to swallow hard. "Why am I not allowed to start in Daddy's room?" Her hands were trembling. "Why do you not speak of him?" The fiery wrath of her mother stopped perceiving Kara. One last time she breathed courage collectively what seemed to her ever to thunder through my head. "Why?" Tears ran down her cheeks.
unbridled hate it jumped into the hissed words contrary. "Because he is death. It can not be like before, because it is not used anymore. We are alone, he will not return. Therefore, it is not worth continuing to talk about him. So You disappear now, go, run as long as you can. "With a quick movement she took Kara's arm. Before this could turn around." I will never hear this disc. Do you understand? " With the feeling of betrayal Kara nodded. She felt the gesture is not, but she knew she was there.
In the mist of anger and despair, they could not account for, thereby saving whom cheated. By pretending that they would no longer play this song or by agreeing, the involvement in this false game of Oblivion.
began Soothing the soothing sound of the piano by the formless space to flow. Scheduled every fiber in Karas body. He gave her a protective coat. A blanket of warmth and goodwill. Mingled with the drops of rain in a surreal dance of sounds.
prevailed in the run-down musty basement dead silence. The fear which she had visited to paint in the first, had become a shadow in the eerie darkness. Kara had learned to deal with loneliness. She felt no fear as she muffled humming to himself. The sounds came by itself, established themselves in her head. The song had no text. Only the quiet gentle melody.
front of him she could see the fragile fingers flit across the keyboard. The joy with which struck her father every single note. Every single note was feeling. Lived.
Kara felt her heartbeat would have exposed. For a fleeting moment, she wished it were the case. Swaying she looked at her finger. The stabbing pain gave way to a stunning ease. A fog of despair and anger descended on their consciousness. Fear welled up in her. Tears made their way through the haze of the loss.
boomed still the bump of their ears. Displaced the soft sound of the piano. A cry followed the hollow sound of slamming door. Hopelessness threatened to suffocate.
called Kara a sudden the air as they had just emerged from the depths of the ocean. She tried desperately to breathe. Panting, she clutched the arm of the chair where she sat. Slipped on the bare ground. You noticed how she kneaded her hands. drove by little over each finger, the old scars. Invisible to others, they had it for a lasting effect. They carried a reminder that hard on it weighed. She held each finger to be aware of their function.
stared unable to move for the motionless figure Kara her mother. She could live with the insults, the beatings and confinement. The tantrums of its mother had for her a strange routine, something soothing and pure. They reminded her of what once was, what could be back. She could deal with the contempt which she revealed her every day. With the hatred in her eyes when her mother looked at her. It gave her a confused sense of strength, superiority ... Security. She said that her mother still felt something for her. But the was indifference that she gives to her now not cope with Kara. The overwhelming urge to cry came over her. The need anything to force a reaction from her mother was reinforced by the minute. The stillness frightened her.
shadows danced across their walls. The play of light of the storm spread an unusual mood. You could watch the progress of the rain on her window when a bolt of lightning lit up the clouds. Saw the wet lines that left the water.
This time she did not cry. Not a tear escaped her eyes faded. She could not grieve, too congested the loss to her. The desire to leave this world grew up in it. To reunite with her family, the past with a shot, a cut that back a jump. To close the circle was reinforced by the day.
Then came the first drops of saline. Landed on the photo of her parents. The second united with him in her memory. The third slid over her skin burning.
Chuck cut a single tear on her cheek. Sparked a sob in her throat that threatened to burst in the sensitive part of her soul, she had locked away long ago.
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