Abigail Owens | Cassandra (thehorseisalie) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2010-08-24 10:35:00 |
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Who: Cassandra (thehorseisalie)
When: Mid 20th century
Where: Midlands, UK
Warnings: It's Cassandra; regular violence/tragedy warning applies
He had proposed to her on bended knee, and if the ring didn't have diamonds, his heart was all the treasure she wanted. She didn't have a father to walk her down the aisle, but he had turned away from his own family several years earlier anyway. Their ceremony was quiet, private, with an elderly priest on a backwater village that had grown around a railway station. He was a Christian and she couldn't care less about religion, so the simplicity of it all suited them. After, they got a house nearby, with a small backyard and a view to the hills. They invited the priest for dinner a few times, until old age and sickness bound the man to his bed. She visited him before he passed away, with a child clinging to her leg and another growing inside.
Theirs wasn't a house with a white picket fence, but they made do. They had jobs, a little money put aside, and two girls who were the apples of their eyes. Not twins. Never twins again, not for the twin-born mother of twins. Reminders could all rot in Hades, and she was done with the subject once and for all. There was one life and one life only.
She stayed silent.
On their eighth year of marriage, the school bus's brakes failed, sending it coasting through the crossing as a train was coming. Seven children were killed in the impact, their eldest among them. The little one was hospitalized with severe head trauma.
He arrived late that evening. The kitchen light was on. Blood pooled around her body, and her right hand still held the gun he used to keep under lock and key.