THE double doors automatically glided open as charlotte made her way into the building. The strong smell of alcohol wipes and antiseptics filling her nose. Charlotte was shocked when she first learned over the phone that her father was in a car accident. It was weird calling Mark her father when her was never there for her. Mark never went outside when charlotte lived with him so why the hell would he even be in a car accident.
"Charlotte?"
"Your dads in room 209"
"Ok thanks i might go to the cafeteria first"
"Alright, not a problem"
"Its downstairs to your right"
"Oh and your m-mom is in room 173"
Charlotte went blank and her eyes bulged, her mom? Her mom was dead, dead in a grave and has been for years.
"Sorry?"
"Your mom?"
"Abigail Harrington?"
"Not my mom, my moms dead"
"Has been for years"
"Oh my, im so sorry'
"I got confused cause the last name-"
"But you weren't listed on her contacts"
"Sorry again, your dads in room 209"
Charlotte was slightly confused but more so upset. How could Mark remarry? That stupid bitch didnt even care about his late wife and remarried less than a year after his kids left? What the fuck? Charlotte no longer wanted to visit Mark anymore. Any sliver of family bond and love they had shared was wiped in a matter of seconds just moments before at the reception desk.
The day had slowly slipped away and the cafeteria was closing. Charlotte had sat at an empty table for a few hours sipping away at her coffee. As the chairs were being put away, charlotte had no other choice than to head upstairs into room 209. That was the only place charlotte had left, her apartment had gotten re-rented to another person as she hadn't paid rent in the few months that she was gone on her impulsive revenge trip.
Charlotte felt so- she didnt even know how to describe it. She boiled with hate towards Mark yet still had a sense of sympathy towards him. She didnt know what to do when she got there so she just stared. Stared at the wires going in and out, started at the blank expression on his sleeping face. She just stared until her legs wobbled a bit and she had to feed into the urge of sitting down.
But not long before a nurse soon entered the room with a girl no older than five, disrupting charlotte's little staring session.
"Your sister's here"
"Sister?"
Charlotte was quick to look up, she didnt have a sister. Certainly not. Charlotte studied the features of the little girl, trying to figure out who she looked like. To charlotte's dismay, the features had resemble someone she had known. The features somewhat resembled her own with a mix of something else. And that was the moment charlotte knew.
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ghosts | Gracie Abrams
Fanfiction"geez who pissed on your cigarettes" ~ "girl, clearly my mama was wrong cause right now, she's getting that slug facial treatment, six feet underground in that full of nutrient soil" ~ "oh my fucking god, social interaction here we come" - In which...
