The Criminal & The Doctor (Private)
Hidden within a back alley of London were two women discussing the horrendous mistake the younger of the group was deciding to make. The brunette was quickly packing all her belongings, which only consisted of a few items and some food, in a navy green backpack. Standing above her was the elder woman, a few years older, desperately trying to convince the shorter lass not to leave. This all seemed in vain though, once the brunette rose to her 5'3" height and smiled happily, swinging her the bag over her shoulders.
"You're really going to return back to that place?"
The female nodded, bringing her friend into a warm embrace and assured her that nothing would go wrong.
Her friend protested, "We are your family now. Why go back?"
"I have to, Edna." The younger explained, adjusting her bag. "She's my mother and with my step-father now deceased she has no one to help her."
"That woman cast you out into the streets when your step-father began spreading lies about you!"
"I know," the brunette sighed, glancing down to her torn sneakers and feeling the weight of doubt on her shoulders. "
Edna slowly reached out for her friend's hand and gingerly pulled her back. "Anna, you don't have to go. You can stay here with your new family and we'll figure something out."
Although the offer sounded pleasant enough, it wouldn't be possible. Annabelle politely declined with a smile, separating herself from Edna and began walking to the street. It was there that she finally looked out into the city that had all but forgotten her over the years. Five years she's been away from home. Lost to the city and her mother. But now she planned on returning. To resume the life that she had left behind out of misery. Originally she had no intentions of ever seeking out her estranged mother, and then the alien space ship arrived hovering over London. The media tried to cover up the sighting by printing articles explaining it all to be hoax, but Annabelle strongly believed otherwise. Even as everyone else settled into swallowing the media's cover up scheme, she didn't. Annabelle is not a UFO fanatic or anything of the sort. Just someone who chooses to believe their own eyes rather than mindlessly follow the dribble written by politics.
The parting between her and Edna was indeed painful, many tears were shed on both sides. Once the goodbyes were said and hugs exchanged, Annabelle continued down the roads which would lead her back home. The walk was long and tedious without the entertainment of a phone or music player. Her only source of amusement was listening to conversations being held around her. Of course she had expected the glares and odd glances, yet that doesn't make overhearing people's comments any less annoying.
The dirty coat, long sleeved shirt, scarf and pants were indeed unsightly and Annabelle knew this. However, when it comes to survival, fashion isn't quite as important. Her short hair was hidden partially by the red knitted cap atop her head, skin caked in layers of grim and filth, but she still held a brilliant smile. Annabelle finally arrived at her destination within a few hours. The house with that lovely blue door and plants within the windows, she was home.
Quickly hurrying up the stairs and knocking rapidly on the door, she waited for her mother's answer. Suddenly the door did open, but it wasn't the welcoming Annabelle had expected. Rather than a loving hug and sweet voice of her mother, she was instead greeted by a scorn expression and several cruel insults.
"I thought you got the hint five years ago!" Her mother screamed, violently shoving the defenseless woman backwards. "You're not welcome here!"
Annabelle tried to interject, reaching for her mother's hands in desperation. "I thought you'd need help! Mother, please! I wanna come home!"
"You're no daughter of mine, Annabelle! You're a disgrace and always have been!" Her mother spared a glance down at her daughter's clothing and scoffed. "You deserve no family and no one will ever see you as anything worthy of love! Go away! Go away from here!"
The door slammed right before Annabelle's nose, a gust of wind forcing her back a few steps in order to regain balance. Her mother was gone, hidden in the house where Annabelle used to be welcome. Rather than waste tears on someone who believed her to be scum, Annabelle decided to take back to the streets alone. She could never return to her mother and the street family was already struggling to feed the mouths they had before her arrival five years ago. Annabelle couldn't trouble them any longer.
So with nowhere to go, without the company of anyone at her side, Annabelle walked the lonely streets till early morning. Daylight washed over her exhausted face just as she found a shelter in an abandoned parking lot. She slumped down to the ground, bag pressed against the wall. For a moment she allowed her amber eyes to drop closed, barely taking in her environment before falling unconscious.