Post by Shannon Kennedy on Aug 15, 2012 18:54:00 GMT -5
The world is a scary place. Especially to a six going on seven-year old girl. And especially when you’re walking forever all alone. Shannon Kennedy has seen terrible things in her short years. She has also seen some very nice things, so she knew that not everything was bad. She knew not to fear every dark shadow that came across her path.
Where was she going? She hadn’t the slightest clue. But, Shannon knew that her stress indicator-her stomach- would allow her to know when she had found the place she would live forever and ever.
But, one can’t start a story in the middle of her journey. They have to know how it started. Shannon’s journey began weeks and weeks before. She had been a normal little girl. She didn’t lead a very happy life, but she made the most of it. Shannon loved her Nanny dearly, and relied on her for everything.
Her whole world was made up of Nanny. Shannon had two parents that had never truly wanted a child, much less a daughter. They worked all the time up until a few weeks ago. Shannon and Nanny had just gotten home from her weekly dance class to having both cars in the drive-way. That was unusual, and Nanny had sensed it. She told Shannon to go to her room and lock the door. She gave the little girl specific instructions not to open the door until Nanny herself came. Shannon had started for her room, when she found the bloodied and mutilated corpses of Mother and Father. Nanny screamed for her to run, and so she did. But, she made a final glance back and witnessed a black-eyed man stabbing Nanny several times in the back. She watched Nanny--the only person she could trust and depend on--die.
Shannon locked her door and waited for Nanny, but she knew that Nanny would never come for her. So, when she was sure the men were gone, Shannon packed a tiny bag full of a blanket, food and some water. Nanny didn’t raise an idiot, that’s for sure. Then, she ran. She ran for a long time, until her legs couldn’t run anymore. They hurt. She hurt. That first night, she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry about the things she had seen for a long time.
Shannon held it in for as long as she could. Until she couldn’t hold it any longer. It was nighttime, probably two weeks after she left North Dakota. She had seen Nanny’s favorite food somewhere and just broke down into a hysterical fit of tears and sobs. Shannon had allowed herself to cry that night.
The little one walked and walked and walked until she felt like she could relax. She saw a house, surrounded by cars. She saw strange things that she couldn’t explain. And she saw bushes near the strangest object of all that she could easily hide in. Shannon smiled as her stomach stopped aching. This was home now. A brief flare of pain arose from the fear of being caught. But, she’d be extra sneaky. Shannon wouldn’t get caught.
She hoped.
Where was she going? She hadn’t the slightest clue. But, Shannon knew that her stress indicator-her stomach- would allow her to know when she had found the place she would live forever and ever.
But, one can’t start a story in the middle of her journey. They have to know how it started. Shannon’s journey began weeks and weeks before. She had been a normal little girl. She didn’t lead a very happy life, but she made the most of it. Shannon loved her Nanny dearly, and relied on her for everything.
Her whole world was made up of Nanny. Shannon had two parents that had never truly wanted a child, much less a daughter. They worked all the time up until a few weeks ago. Shannon and Nanny had just gotten home from her weekly dance class to having both cars in the drive-way. That was unusual, and Nanny had sensed it. She told Shannon to go to her room and lock the door. She gave the little girl specific instructions not to open the door until Nanny herself came. Shannon had started for her room, when she found the bloodied and mutilated corpses of Mother and Father. Nanny screamed for her to run, and so she did. But, she made a final glance back and witnessed a black-eyed man stabbing Nanny several times in the back. She watched Nanny--the only person she could trust and depend on--die.
Shannon locked her door and waited for Nanny, but she knew that Nanny would never come for her. So, when she was sure the men were gone, Shannon packed a tiny bag full of a blanket, food and some water. Nanny didn’t raise an idiot, that’s for sure. Then, she ran. She ran for a long time, until her legs couldn’t run anymore. They hurt. She hurt. That first night, she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry about the things she had seen for a long time.
Shannon held it in for as long as she could. Until she couldn’t hold it any longer. It was nighttime, probably two weeks after she left North Dakota. She had seen Nanny’s favorite food somewhere and just broke down into a hysterical fit of tears and sobs. Shannon had allowed herself to cry that night.
The little one walked and walked and walked until she felt like she could relax. She saw a house, surrounded by cars. She saw strange things that she couldn’t explain. And she saw bushes near the strangest object of all that she could easily hide in. Shannon smiled as her stomach stopped aching. This was home now. A brief flare of pain arose from the fear of being caught. But, she’d be extra sneaky. Shannon wouldn’t get caught.
She hoped.