[She just stares evenly back. Heather isn't usually one to sound creepy, but right now, she kind of does.]
I was born in 1976.
In 1983 I was seven and presumed dead. They never found the body because I wasn't. God help me, I wasn't.
In 1990, I was fourteen and finally got the opportunity to end it. Seven whole years after what happened.
[She's silent for a moment, and finally looks away.]
I don't know if I got a funeral, or if there was even anything left of me. I'll probably never know, because like hell am I gonna go looking for details in old newspaper clippings or archives.
But at the very last minute, I had second thoughts. Thought maybe life was worth taking another chance on.
It was too late for Alessa. Even if she'd wanted to, there was no way to survive. Not after... everything that happened.
But before I was gone for good, I... [She looks down at her hands. It's hard to think of a way to explain that she magically crafted a legit baby around her soul and then sent it off into the world while her old eyes dimmed in death as Nowhere darkened around her and not sound completely insane.] ... well. New start, right?
[Smiling wanly, she spreads her arms.]
Here I am. Born in 1990, thanks to the everlasting miracle of freaky reality-altering brain-powers that let me pull a baby out of thin air. Memories in-tact, mostly. Not that there's much worth remembering.
'Least I made it to legal drinking age this time, right?
MIND I'm just pulling these years out of nowhere since there's no original official canon dates.
I was born in 1976.
In 1983 I was seven and presumed dead. They never found the body because I wasn't. God help me, I wasn't.
In 1990, I was fourteen and finally got the opportunity to end it. Seven whole years after what happened.
[She's silent for a moment, and finally looks away.]
I don't know if I got a funeral, or if there was even anything left of me. I'll probably never know, because like hell am I gonna go looking for details in old newspaper clippings or archives.
But at the very last minute, I had second thoughts. Thought maybe life was worth taking another chance on.
It was too late for Alessa. Even if she'd wanted to, there was no way to survive. Not after... everything that happened.
But before I was gone for good, I... [She looks down at her hands. It's hard to think of a way to explain that she magically crafted a legit baby around her soul and then sent it off into the world while her old eyes dimmed in death as Nowhere darkened around her and not sound completely insane.] ... well. New start, right?
[Smiling wanly, she spreads her arms.]
Here I am. Born in 1990, thanks to the everlasting miracle of freaky reality-altering brain-powers that let me pull a baby out of thin air. Memories in-tact, mostly. Not that there's much worth remembering.
'Least I made it to legal drinking age this time, right?