Who: Inanna What: Monologue Where: Inanna's apartment When: Friday September 9th, 2009 - 4am. Rating: G Status: Complete.
The sun wasn't up yet. The darkness outside enveloped everything it touched at 4am in the morning. It hadn't been her night to be up, but she had been anyway. With everything that had happened she'd felt sick to her stomach for weeks now. Not that anyone knew, not that anyone would understand. No. That was a lie. Everyone who worked here would understand but none of them could comprehend the reality of it on her life. The knife that was twisted in her heart and the sickening sinking feeling that happened the instant she found out. The day she'd found out she remembered like it was yesterday. The news had come in and the stack of paperwork she'd been holding in one hand slipped between her fingers. She must had turned ghost white because Pam had looked scared and Harmony confused as the hunters knuckles turned bright white on the phone she was gripping to the side of her head. Inanna never stopped moving, she never got sick. Inanna never failed things, she never had incomplete paperwork and most importantly, she never dropped things. The hunter remembered her legs feeling weak, almost like they'd give out from underneath her but at the same time it wasn't as if any of that mattered and there was no weight to her body. It was like she was collapsing under nothing and everything at the same time. All the voices around her had sounded distant, barely echoing in her ears and mind not recognizing a word. It wasn't until later that Pam had recanted to her that she had flown from the building like she was taking her one chance to escape hell it self and the only words out of her mouth as she'd snatched her jacket from the holder was a faint "It's an emergency."
Her first instinct had been to get to on a plane. That was going to take too long. She was needed now, not in 20 hours. Her mind panicked until fate gave her a stroke of luck and she'd walked by Keiko. Stopping dead in her tracks and whipping around one thought crashed through her mind. Magic. It held the answer she needed. She'd pulled Keiko aside, and (as she was told later) had asked with a deeply pleading tone in her voice for help to get where she needed to be. The plea had been met with a deep look of confusion but something in her head told Inanna that Keiko somehow deeply understood her panicked need to be transported half way across the world and the younger woman had agreed to help her but it would take a few hours. Inanna remembered the stabbing pain in her throat as she swallowed and shakily thanked the younger woman, stating matter of factly how deeply she owed Keiko. Her life. The hunter would never know how weak her grasp had been on the other woman's shoulder or how badly her hands had been shaking because the events of that day would never be spoken of again after that moment.
She never felt the ground underneath her feet, it was almost as if she'd found the secret to flying, even if her mind would never understand it. Everything was moving so fast and so slow at the exact same time in those few hours she pulled together a duffle bag for travel and returned probably one of the most important calls in her life. Somehow, thankfully, she managed to sound composed and do what was needed. In those few hours before Keiko showed up at her door with spell in hand the entire world could have ended and as long as she was able to be where she was needed she wouldn't have even blinked.
But the world didn't end. The spell was there, it worked and in less than a blink of an eye they were gone from Sharon and transported over 6,000 miles to the only place Inanna wanted to be in the world in that instant.
That was weeks ago at this point.
Her eyes remained locked on the phone in front of her in the darkness of her apartment. Right now it would be around what time there? 5pm? She should call. Make it sound casual, just a simple 'Hi, how are you?'. 'The niceities' as a former friend would call them. But she all ready knew the answers, even without powers she would have known. It would be the same answer she would give if asked the exact same question. A single finger extended to press the talk button on her cellphone, lighting up the screen to display the time once again. 4:01am. 5:01pm. Leaning over the table her arms stretched out and her upper body laid against it in the unlit kitchen. She'd left the lights off intentionally. It was better that way.
An internal battle raged. Two sides fiercely combating each other in the bloodiest of wars with the causalities escalating on both sides of the battlefield of her heart and mind. One little call couldn't hurt, just checking in. She shouldn't be calling so often though or she was going to seem like a doting mother. Jaw tightened as she swallowed and eyes shifted closed even though she wasn't tired. Head falling to the side it laid on the shoulder of an arm stretched over the surface of her wooden kitchen table. She'd insisted on a wooden table for it's dual purposes.
She should have stayed there. She should have never moved to the states. This wouldn't be happening right now if she had stayed. Another heavy sigh slipped out, her frame slouching and the strap from the tank top loosely hanging off her shoulder.
To call or not to call, that was the question. She could email. Or text. Maybe a video message? It was all intrusive and complicated and frustrating.
She should give Keiko a few thousand dollars. As a thank you.
Eyes slipped open and she stared at the phone again. Just as she had been doing for hours at this point and a soft laugh tumbled from dry lips.
"Bloody little piece of plastic is controlling my life right now." Reaching out a finger flicked the phone causing it to twirl around in a circle on the table. "Struth." The word slipped out low, breathy, frustrated and in many aspects dismayed. A mix of bitterness, anger and disappointment was welled up in the single word. Slowly her body began to roll backwards, erecting her spinal column into a proper sitting position once again as fingers smoothed over the front face of the cell phone again.
Slowly she inhaled a deep breath that caused her chest to rise and diaphragm to expand. "Sod all." The word was almost like a sigh of relief as a final decision gleamed in her eyes even through the darkness. Fingers slowly began to close around the small hunk of plastic and electronic chips before snatching the device up and thumb quickly hitting the series of commands for the call she'd been debating for hours. Pulling the phone up and holding it to the side of her head eyes slipped closed again as the line on the other end began to ring. The hunter prayed it to be picked up but even if it wasn't, her nerves would settle at least some because in the end? At least she'd know she tried instead of wishing for miracles at the end of the day.