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Anna - Lost in her Imagination
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Lost in her Imagination
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Rating: FRT
Characters: Anna Scherlacker, the Scherlacker families
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theatrical_muse Prompt: topic #208
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: How Anna got adopted.
Author's Note: N/A
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
The four year-old girl sat in the corner of the playroom, far away from the other girls. She didn’t like to play with the other girls—well, they never wanted to play with her, so obviously she didn’t like to play with them. That just made sense. So she sat in her corner and played, even when the parents came by to see if they’d like to adopt one of the poor little orphans left in the care of the nuns at St. Agnes’. It didn’t matter if she got adopted or not, she’d still have a home either way. Even if the nuns didn’t like her. They were always punishing her. Especially when she wouldn’t do things because they hurt. It wasn’t her fault that the holy water burned her fingers. She tried to explain that to them, but all that ever got her was strange looks and hushed conversation. So Anna just kept to herself, played by herself, and hoped that one day someone would notice her sitting in the back corner and take her away.
She was completely lost in her own little world. In the world that the nuns had told her not to believe in. Fairies and princesses and wicked witches all mingled in her fantasies as she acted them out on the playroom floor. She wasn’t sure where she remembered these stories from, because the nuns never read them anything but parables and stories of the saints. They definitely weren’t telling them stories of witches and wizards, but somewhere in the back of her subconscious, these stories were calling to her, and playing themselves out on the ground in front of her. There was something deep inside her that was giving her an impression that these things had happened to her before, that she had seen them, with her own two eyes, and because she was four, she believed it. She didn’t think anything strange of it.
It didn’t take long for her to be completely lost in what she was doing, in the stories that she was helping to play out in front of her. She didn’t even notice when two adults and a boy a few years older than her came over to her, and started watching her play. She didn’t look up until the boy’s hand reached over to one of her dolls and she looked up with a stern face and wide eyes.
“NO!”
The boy jumped back a few feet in response, and she gave him a look. The woman with blond hair looked at her curiously, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “He just wants to play with you, sweetheart.”
Anna looked up at her in confusion, “Really?” The blond woman nodded, and she blinked before giving a slight shrug. “Well, okay, but he can’t play with her.”
“Why not?” The boy blurted out, his brow wrinkling.
“Because she’s the princess, and she was trapped in the tower by the evil witch, and she can’t get out till the prince comes and saves her.”
The man smiled slightly. “Georgie here isn’t Prince Charming, is he?”
Anna looked up at the boy the man was referring to, and shook her head quickly. “Nope.”
The man chuckled. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Anna,” she said, her voice having a slight sing-song to it, dropping her eyes to the toys she was playing with again.
“Anna.” The man mused for a minute, letting there be silence for a moment, before speaking up again. “Anna, how would you like to come home with us?”
Anna picked her head up again, confused at the question. “Would I have to come back here?”
“No, sweetheart. You’d come home with us for good.”
“So you mean you’ll adopt me?”
“Yes, Anna. We’ll adopt you.”
She was quiet for a minute, before looking down at the toys in front of her again. “I guess that’ll work.”
“You guess?” the woman smirked.
“I mean—it’s not like I have anything better to do,” she sighed, before looking back down at her toys again. The man chuckled slightly, before getting up from where he was sitting.
“I’ll go work out the paperwork.”
“I’ll go with you. George, why don’t you play with your new sister?”
“O-kay,” George grumbled, before lying down on his stomach next to her. “So which one’s the prince?”
Anna looked up at him skeptically. “Who says you get to be the prince?”
Title: Lost in her Imagination
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Anna Scherlacker, the Scherlacker families
theatrical_muse Prompt: topic #208Content Warning: N/A
Summary: How Anna got adopted.
Author's Note: N/A
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
The four year-old girl sat in the corner of the playroom, far away from the other girls. She didn’t like to play with the other girls—well, they never wanted to play with her, so obviously she didn’t like to play with them. That just made sense. So she sat in her corner and played, even when the parents came by to see if they’d like to adopt one of the poor little orphans left in the care of the nuns at St. Agnes’. It didn’t matter if she got adopted or not, she’d still have a home either way. Even if the nuns didn’t like her. They were always punishing her. Especially when she wouldn’t do things because they hurt. It wasn’t her fault that the holy water burned her fingers. She tried to explain that to them, but all that ever got her was strange looks and hushed conversation. So Anna just kept to herself, played by herself, and hoped that one day someone would notice her sitting in the back corner and take her away.
She was completely lost in her own little world. In the world that the nuns had told her not to believe in. Fairies and princesses and wicked witches all mingled in her fantasies as she acted them out on the playroom floor. She wasn’t sure where she remembered these stories from, because the nuns never read them anything but parables and stories of the saints. They definitely weren’t telling them stories of witches and wizards, but somewhere in the back of her subconscious, these stories were calling to her, and playing themselves out on the ground in front of her. There was something deep inside her that was giving her an impression that these things had happened to her before, that she had seen them, with her own two eyes, and because she was four, she believed it. She didn’t think anything strange of it.
It didn’t take long for her to be completely lost in what she was doing, in the stories that she was helping to play out in front of her. She didn’t even notice when two adults and a boy a few years older than her came over to her, and started watching her play. She didn’t look up until the boy’s hand reached over to one of her dolls and she looked up with a stern face and wide eyes.
“NO!”
The boy jumped back a few feet in response, and she gave him a look. The woman with blond hair looked at her curiously, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “He just wants to play with you, sweetheart.”
Anna looked up at her in confusion, “Really?” The blond woman nodded, and she blinked before giving a slight shrug. “Well, okay, but he can’t play with her.”
“Why not?” The boy blurted out, his brow wrinkling.
“Because she’s the princess, and she was trapped in the tower by the evil witch, and she can’t get out till the prince comes and saves her.”
The man smiled slightly. “Georgie here isn’t Prince Charming, is he?”
Anna looked up at the boy the man was referring to, and shook her head quickly. “Nope.”
The man chuckled. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Anna,” she said, her voice having a slight sing-song to it, dropping her eyes to the toys she was playing with again.
“Anna.” The man mused for a minute, letting there be silence for a moment, before speaking up again. “Anna, how would you like to come home with us?”
Anna picked her head up again, confused at the question. “Would I have to come back here?”
“No, sweetheart. You’d come home with us for good.”
“So you mean you’ll adopt me?”
“Yes, Anna. We’ll adopt you.”
She was quiet for a minute, before looking down at the toys in front of her again. “I guess that’ll work.”
“You guess?” the woman smirked.
“I mean—it’s not like I have anything better to do,” she sighed, before looking back down at her toys again. The man chuckled slightly, before getting up from where he was sitting.
“I’ll go work out the paperwork.”
“I’ll go with you. George, why don’t you play with your new sister?”
“O-kay,” George grumbled, before lying down on his stomach next to her. “So which one’s the prince?”
Anna looked up at him skeptically. “Who says you get to be the prince?”