It isn't until days later that I think about it again. The absurdity of it all really. This sweet boy, bloody face? Not a chance. There's no doubt in my mind that he is innocent. But what can I do? I am nothing more than he is. Someone who is crazy, who doesn't remember an important even, someone who has been judged guilty and thrown into Briarcliff, locked up and thrown away the key.
Even if I spoke to Magda, my favorite nurse about it, she couldn't do anything for him either. Why, nobody could. It was the police and the media who first judged him to be guilty. Everyone else was quick to follow, quick to believe the dangerous and notorious bloody face was locked away forever.
I contemplate these things as I work in the kitchen, kneading dough on the table. Truly, I do not know how Sister Jude does it so easily. She makes it look like child's play. It's remarkable the strength that woman has.
Pausing I cock my head at the women at the table across from me, she looks as though she's staring into space. Zoned out. "Allison? Are you all right?"
Hearing her name seems to break her out of it. "Hmm.?" She blinks rapidly, "Oh, yeah. I'm fine Samantha." She shakes her head, her choppy, shoulder length blonde hair sways with the motion.
"You sure? You look rather exhausted."
"Yes, I'm sure. What about you though?" She eyes my stomach, "You're getting close to the end, right?"
"Yeah, pretty close." I nod, confirming her thoughts.
She shrugs and we both continue to knead the dough, the topic dropped and the silence between us resumes.
Free to my let my thoughts run wild once more, I let my mind wander, my imagination taking over I think about my baby. Will it be a boy? Or a girl? What shall I call them? Where shall we live once I manage to get out of this dump? Should I remarry so that they grow up with a father? What do I tell them if I remarry? I can't just as well tell them how Christopher died, or that the police actually suspected that I did it. Questions like these flutter in my head, and I try to make sense of it all. One question at a time.
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Love in Death
FanfictionThis story was a request from a user on Fanfiction.net who wishes to remain nameless. It's about an a heavily pregnant young woman, and the angel of death Shacath. It is set during season 2 of AHS. (There are tons of OC's in this story.)
