Regan Wyndam-Pryce (reganpryce) wrote in their_sacrifice, @ 2008-01-11 11:35:00 |
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Current mood: | anxious |
Regan let out a slow breath and looked up at the ceiling. The morning light was filtering through her curtains and she waited to see if it happened again. Turning her head, she looked around her room and wrinkled her nose. She'd promised her parents she would spend the day unpacking the last of her boxes. It was something she wasn't looking forward to but Regan was sure she couldn't talk her way out of it like she had all the other times.
Things had changed a lot over the past couple of months. Once her mom was healed, the three of them set out to find a house of their own. All of them had decided they needed a new start and England was the best place for it. So they hunted for a house, finally finding one that was big enough for all of them. It had four bedrooms, a large study and a large backyard. There was a space for a garden, which seemed to make her mom happy. And the previous owners had even left their old swing set in back.
Once things had been settled with the house, they went back to the States to pack their things up in New Haven and visit Regan's grandparents. It was then that Regan started to notice things about her mother. It seemed like she was tired all the time. When Regan asked, Fred merely said she was tired from the packing and not worry about it. The little girl couldn't help but to worry, though, since her mother had already died once.
When they returned to England, they started to move into the house. It was obvious Regan needed to go to school or be home schooled again. That was when her Uncle Rupert told them about a special school Regan could go to. He said the other children had powers like her and she would fit in there. Only thing was there's waiting list so they had to wait for an interview.
Regan's eyes started to slide shut but they opened again when she heard her parents' bedroom door open. Quietly, she slipped out of her bed and went to her bedroom door, which was cracked a little. Regan frowned when she saw her mom hurry into the bathroom and get sick. She'd been doing that almost everyday for a week and Regan was worried.
Chewing on her bottom lip, Regan looked at the bathroom door and then at her parents' bedroom door. She walked across the hallway and pushed the other door open. Her dad was lying in the bed and Regan went over to it and climbed in. "Daddy?" she said. She didn't know if he was awake or not so she pushed on his shoulder. "What's wrong with mommy? Why is she sick all the time? Is she going to die like before?"
The last question brought tears to Regan's eyes and she prayed the answer was no.