The Blankness of Memory (G 1/1 CC Tess POV)
Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 11:35 am
The Blankness of Memory
Disclaimer: Don't own Roswell or ANYTHING to do with it
Rating: G
Summary: My shot at trying to understand Tess' character, and how life shaped her. I have written more to this, but I quite like it as a stand alone, I might post the rest as a sepuel, I haven't decided yet.
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The world is dark as the cold air hits her. The shadows wrap around her, a private welcome.
She clambers slowly out, like an elderly woman, not the six year old child she is. She trips and falls, and the dust on the floor fills her mouth. She feels pain, although she does not know how to describe it at this minute. Unlike most children she does not make a sound, and she does not quite know how to. She moves her mouth and the small squeak that emerges frightens her. She shuts it quickly.
As anybody would in a strange world, she looks for some sign of comfort, of home. She looks for relief from the darkness that does not want to let her go.
The soft glow is enough to rescue her and she chooses to ignore the ravaged outer skin, the proof that she is utterly alone. Instead she just reaches out to it- to the safety it offers.
Later, she will search her memories desperately to recall this exact moment in time, but it will always be useless. She will never recall her shaky steps to the glowing green pod beside her. She will never remember sitting beside it, arms wrapped around herself, waiting for someone that she doesn’t know. She will never recollect crying as she is pulled away from the glow by the empty man. He grabs her wrist, making strange sounds as the light is left behind. She cries as the dark welcomes her again but the empty man’s hand covers her face, shutting off her noise. She does not remember the feel of his fingers, his touch surrounding her world.
Memory is a fickle thing, taking away the most important parts of a moment.
But there are some feelings which even memory cannot hide.
The feeling of waiting, for the person she does not know.
The feeling of anger, against the person who left her there alone.
The feeling of loss, that she cannot explain.
The feeling of loneliness, for the dark is not a happy playmate.
The feeling of acceptance, that in life, the darkness is the only thing that will always be there for you.
The empty man led her from the cave. He did not hold her hand, but pushed her in front of him. He did not give her a covering, and she shivered in the desert cold.
Her life awaited.
Desperation fills the
Emptiness and
Suffering of the
Trials of life with
Innocence lost for
Nobody but
You
Disclaimer: Don't own Roswell or ANYTHING to do with it
Rating: G
Summary: My shot at trying to understand Tess' character, and how life shaped her. I have written more to this, but I quite like it as a stand alone, I might post the rest as a sepuel, I haven't decided yet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The world is dark as the cold air hits her. The shadows wrap around her, a private welcome.
She clambers slowly out, like an elderly woman, not the six year old child she is. She trips and falls, and the dust on the floor fills her mouth. She feels pain, although she does not know how to describe it at this minute. Unlike most children she does not make a sound, and she does not quite know how to. She moves her mouth and the small squeak that emerges frightens her. She shuts it quickly.
As anybody would in a strange world, she looks for some sign of comfort, of home. She looks for relief from the darkness that does not want to let her go.
The soft glow is enough to rescue her and she chooses to ignore the ravaged outer skin, the proof that she is utterly alone. Instead she just reaches out to it- to the safety it offers.
Later, she will search her memories desperately to recall this exact moment in time, but it will always be useless. She will never recall her shaky steps to the glowing green pod beside her. She will never remember sitting beside it, arms wrapped around herself, waiting for someone that she doesn’t know. She will never recollect crying as she is pulled away from the glow by the empty man. He grabs her wrist, making strange sounds as the light is left behind. She cries as the dark welcomes her again but the empty man’s hand covers her face, shutting off her noise. She does not remember the feel of his fingers, his touch surrounding her world.
Memory is a fickle thing, taking away the most important parts of a moment.
But there are some feelings which even memory cannot hide.
The feeling of waiting, for the person she does not know.
The feeling of anger, against the person who left her there alone.
The feeling of loss, that she cannot explain.
The feeling of loneliness, for the dark is not a happy playmate.
The feeling of acceptance, that in life, the darkness is the only thing that will always be there for you.
The empty man led her from the cave. He did not hold her hand, but pushed her in front of him. He did not give her a covering, and she shivered in the desert cold.
Her life awaited.
Desperation fills the
Emptiness and
Suffering of the
Trials of life with
Innocence lost for
Nobody but
You