24 Fic - Kim and Mourning
Sep. 11th, 2003 02:15 pmCharacters not mine.
Kim knelt near the grave and touched the letters even though her fingers already knew the grooves by heart. She was alone.
A national day of mourning.
Kim did not go to the mass memorials commemorating people she had never met.
Two years ago, so many people had died, but she couldn't think about them, could only remember the smiling eyes and comforting embrace of her mom, a woman Kim did not appreciate enough when she was alive. It was too late to apologize for yelling or ignoring. All the praying in the world wouldn't make the slammed doors and heated words go away.
Kim had always thought she was closer to her dad, but after shooting Gary, all she wanted was her mom, and it was the one thing she could never have again.
She thought about the faces she saw after CTU exploded, all the people who would not be going home, and the families forever torn apart. George Mason was a national hero, his empty casket was interred with full honors at Arlington. But his act of sacrifice did not recieve a national holiday.
Her mother was forgotten. Everyone else who died was a memory that wasn't important enough to consider. Sometimes, she still heard her dad's sobbing in her nightmares as a half-remembered song.
Dad was on assignment and she was alone, again.
"You're here, mom." She said, placing her hand over her heart, leaning in to drop the violets at the base of the grave.
Her mom was too extraordinary for roses.
And while hundreds of thousands of people around the country wept as television cameras captured the grief of thousands and little kids tearfully, stumblingly read the names of people who died horribly and tragically, Kim's eyes watered and she wrapped one arm around herself and touched the other to the cold stone as she remembered someone who died from a private act of terrorism, one that might not have been as widespread, but, for her, as tragic.
Note: I'm from NY and 9/11/01 was very painful and a horrible moment in American History However, this is for those in mourning and everyone who has lost anyone to any act of terrorism, foreign or domestic. My thoughts are with anyone who has lost a loved one in a violent moment, regardless of circumstance. I especially want to say that I feel for the families of Oklahoma City, because they lost family members and children and yet their grief is not commemorated around the nation.
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Date: 2003-09-11 12:19 pm (UTC)When I first read that she was alone, I thought to myself "oh, god...Jack's dead." Which, of course, has got my angst bunnies hopping. *G*
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Date: 2003-09-11 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-11 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-11 03:14 pm (UTC)LOLOL! Well, he's not gonna tell her *that*.
"I know you're going through some stuff Kim, but I'm busy trying to learn to become a crack whore."
No wait, that's Kate *eg*
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Date: 2003-09-11 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-05 02:00 am (UTC)This is so.. vivid and painful and REAL. It's personal, and raw, and wow... wow.
Sometimes, a fic can just still me. This is one of those fics.
Kim had always thought she was closer to her dad, but after shooting Gary, all she wanted was her mom, and it was the one thing she could never have again.
Love this. Because in that moment of shooting Gary, she was very weak and vulnerable and childlike, and the warm embrace of her mother is exactly what she would have wanted.
Her mom was too extraordinary for roses.
*whimpers* That is such a beautiful line. It's... Wow..
This is really amazing. I can see why you're so attached to it. I really can't stand Kim, but this is honestly and beautifully written that I warm to her. It's not melodramatic or over the top, either. Just simple and lovely.
Awesome.
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Date: 2006-09-11 06:27 pm (UTC)I wrote also a Fanfic, my first Fanfic but in German. Yvonne corrected it for me and another friend becomes it translated in English.
If she is finished, I post it in the LJ.
Your words did me make very sad. They reminded me of the day today before 5 years. It was so terrible and the whole world cried.
Sorry for my bad English. I hope you can understand me.
Schusy