HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"So many strong women began as broken girls." - R. H. Sin
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Susan couldn't sleep that night.
The fire was dying down beside her, the embers casting a soft glow in the darkness. The others were sleeping soundly, undoubtedly exhausted from the day's events. The flames illuminated their faces, looking rather peaceful in spite of everything that had happened.
She supposed sleep was the one place they could escape it all.
The stars shone brightly that night, dotting the sky like someone had sprinkled glitter in the atmosphere. There were millions upon millions of them, lighting up the world below. They looked even more beautiful than the stars at home.
Home.
Susan's heart ached at the thought of home. Though, not the Professor's house - as lovely as it was. The creaky old mansion would only serve as a temporary residence. A safer place meant to protect them from the dangers of the world.
No, Susan didn't want to go back to the Professor's house.
She wanted to go home.
'Be a big girl,' mother had told her. Take care of the others. Keep them safe. Be a grown-up.
She wondered when fourteen years of age had become grown up. When it had become an age when girls were no longer allowed to be children. When they were to act 'proper' and surrender their youth. When their younger siblings became their responsibility.
She wondered how many other girls the war had forced to grow up.
When she closed her eyes, she could still see it. She could still see Lucy's fear as she hid under her covers, crying out for mother. She could still see their mother's panic as Edmund ran back inside, Peter rushing in after him. She could still feel her own fear, wondering if mere seconds would determine the fate of her brothers. She could still see their mother's face as the train pulled out of the station, leaving behind everything they knew and loved.
Big girls were supposed to be strong but tonight, Susan wept.
Heavy, gut-wrenching sobs that caused her stomach to ache. She clamped her hand over her mouth, desperate to remain silent so as not to wake the others. The tears ran down her cheeks, wetting the sleeve of the arm her head was resting on.
She wept for Edmund. For the pain she felt over losing him. For the worry she felt about the danger he was in. For the fear of never seeing him again.
She had been too hard on him. Had scolded him too often. Had tried to act as a mother instead of being the older sister that he needed.
She blamed herself for his betrayal. She had pushed him to the point where he no longer felt welcome in the family. No longer felt like his siblings loved him and wanted to be around him. No longer felt like he had a place to call home.
