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Ziggy sat there in her car in the bar parking lot just staring at everything surrounding her, it’s been eleven years since the camp Nightwing massacre.
She felt the tears already begin to form as she began to think about it. no no no, she told herself not to think about it. She came here to drink herself stupid not to get all sentimental and shit and cry before even having a sip of beer.
She presses her forehead on the steering wheel and sighed deeply all of her exhaustion and loneliness out into the air, well at least some of it. Stepping out of the car she took note of the cop car in the front of the building. ‘What is Nick doing right now?’ In this moment that’s her exact thought. It’s pathetic he probably doesn’t wonder about her everyday. Apart of her wished that he did.
The bar was lively people drinking to their hearts content some people were sobbing at tables. Probably family members of the victims, she so badly wanted to judge them but isn’t she here to do exactly what they are doing? Drink and cry?
She took a seat on a barstool in front of the bar “Beer, please.” She looked around her once again before getting her beer and deciding to completely keep to herself. Not like this was abnormal. She was weird before the massacre but afterwards? She became a social pariah. Nobody looked or talked at or to her unless they were saying their condolences to her. Most days she wishes she stayed dead.
How could Nick do that? Bring her back to a life she had no will to continue living. Her father gone, her mother an alcoholic, and now her sister dead? How could that selfish son of a bitch do that to her. How could he claim to be different than other Sunnyvalers and that he believed her about the curse and as soon as she started to believe him turn around and tell her the witch isn’t real and she’s losing it.
“Ziggy?” She heard a familiar voice. Speak of the Devil himself. She whips her head around to face him for the first time since that fateful night. She feels a lump in her throat but she tries to ignore it. She inhaled. She exhaled. “Nick.”—
Surprisingly her voice comes out steady a start contrast to how she feels inside. “Never thought I’d find you here.” She spoke in a rude almost aloof tone. I mean cmon she couldn’t even help herself really! If anything it’s his fault for fucking everything up so badly “Well here I am.” He decides to sit right next to her. Why why why! So many people would tell her that today was her lucky day but right now she wouldn’t believe any of them.
“How have you been these last years, since well.. you know.” She takes a big gulp of her beer; her heart running a thousand miles per hour. “Hanging on.” She spoke trying to make him believe she was being sarcastic but really she was dead serious.
Sure, he obviously made sure her house was paid off and camp Nightwing paid her and the victims families a lot of money for failing to protect their children and her but still there was always something missing, someone missing.
”And how have you been?” She opens her mouth again and talks to him trying to be rid of the comfortable silence lingering in the air. “Decent, I’ve been working towards this big promotion.” She couldn’t help but scoff at his words all those years ago she said that he’d end up like this one day the sheriff just like his father; a part of her just wanted him to prove her wrong even if it’s pathetic.
”Congratulations.” She managed to cough out “You don’t mean that.” She grabbed her beer and took a massive gulp of her beer a terrible attempt at trying to avoid the awkwardness of it all. “Another beer.” She looks over at the bartender and flashes him her best smile which isn’t so good after all.
”No; I don’t mean it.” She says seriously “are you still a book worm?” He mocks. She knows what he’s talking about that god damn book club. “A little but a I’m a bit busy with work and life.” He chuckled and she did too “I heard you work from home.”
“I do but it’s uhm busy work.” She grabs the beer and chugs it and he laughs again “I call bullshit.” They soon continue to just talk about everything life, death, that night.
for a second they weren’t the soon to be Sheriff and the now weird woman from Shadyside, they were just Ziggy and Nick.
Ziggy awoke the next day with her eyes slowly fluttering open and closed and when she looked around her eyes widened. White walls, Goat painting, Elegant furniture.
This clearly was first too expensive to be her room and second looked absolutely nothing like it, looking behind her she saw it, Nick .
Who is currently snoring beside her, Shit. How did she get here? Well I mean yeah she knows but logically, No she doesn’t this is fucking madness; Sure Ziggy berman was an impulsive idiot she knew that much but she never thought she’d go this far.
She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her world start to spin ‘round, how could she be so stupid? Raking her brain for answers still gave her no relief.
She looked more around her and realized his arm was wrapped around her waist and they obviously did something. She gently grabbed his arm and brought it back to his side.
She briefly considered staying and making breakfast but she ultimately decided against it, thinking it would be a massive mistake
Walking in the hallway she saw all these painting and statues of goats? “Why goats.” She mumbled her steps as silent as she could make them.
After successfully making it to her car all the way in the bar parking lot she just wanted to sit there, pondering how she got there “I won’t ever have to think about that again.” She sighed knowing the universe probably hates her and has other plans.
“No, no , no!”
She exclaimed repeatedly while staring down at two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This had to be some sick joke she told herself it had to be or a false positive she couldn’t be pregnant.
She shouldn’t be pregnant, this clearly wasn’t supposed to happen. She felt rage, at the world at herself at Nick, at this goddamn test.
“This has to be a false positive! I’m not pregnant this just can’t fucking be!” She felt sick incredibly sick. maybe it was the morning sickness or maybe it was the absolute rage running through her veins. She heard barks.
“Please wait a goddamn second!” She felt immediate guilt for yelling at major tom when if anything he’s the innocent here. If Cindy were here she’d take her lovely time with yelling at her for being a reckless idiot—
Ziggy wanted to yell at herself “What am I supposed to do.” She sighed walking out of her bathroom and making herself comfortable on her couch with major tom not so far behind “I’m screwed.” She spoke to the furry companion trying to huddle up beside her.
5 months later Ziggy had made her mind up on the proper thing to do or at least what her heart was telling her, Give the child up for adoption. A few months back she found this rich couple, Richard and Victoria Davis, the woman looked vain and extremely rich.
Like all the girls who used to bully her, the good thing about that? They were all loaded and her husband? Doesn’t seem like a flight risk or at least it seems but the fact that made her almost set on them? Their daughter, Brooke, the way the girl reminded her of Cindy according to her description from her parents, reminded Ziggy all to well about everything.
the age gap or what will be the age gap between the girls is also the same between her and Cindy, how could her heart not melt? Apart of her wished the child growing inside of her well because of how vain her mother would be, a woman who didn’t want to get pregnant again to have another child to ruin her figure? But also wants a second child to try and lock her husband in a loveless marriage.
Good luck.
Ziggy was currently scrolling through the Channels on her tv and on the news? Nick once again makes it ‘How oblivious.’ A single part of her said but he’s only oblivious because of her.
Hearing his voice made her almost angry so she continued scrolling before landing on the film Rosemarys baby, a classic, one she watched in her youth and hadn’t seen in years.
“The Devil probably isn’t real anyways.” She scoffed to herself, she lost faith years ago mostly because she saw no afterlife after she died but then again she was barely dead 6 minutes. “Nor do people who worship or sacrifice for him, and even if they were real what’s the odds of the average woman having their child? And surviving too.” She sighed and chuckled slightly.
”They are probably all infertile or something and how would someone be able to know the Devil even has a dick and balls and sperm and that they haven’t dusted centuries ago!” She continued her small rant to major tom as he drifted off to sleep.
Now 4 months later it’s 9:30pm April 11th 1990, Fast asleep in her bed until she feels like she’s being stabbed to death all over again.
she jolts up and gets up as she tries to maybe go to the bathroom to take a bath after all of the hassle of that she takes it upon herself to try and walk around her house like a madwoman “Fuck!.” She inhales, she exhales. Like a billion times but the pain slowly becomes too much even for her all she can do are these pathetic breathing exercises and waddle her way to her phone.
It felt like forever getting there and putting in the numbers “Hello?” Said the woman on the line “Hello, I think I’m in labor.” She got out thank god she did “How far apart are your contractions.” Ziggy felt like she couldn’t breathe but she had to “like 2 minutes.” She gripped onto the phone for dear life as she soon began to give the lady the address “I have to make a call but you’re 100% sure the ambulance is going to soon be on its way?” She began to pant from the pain washing over her begging for her to collapse and cry on the floor.
”The ambulance is going to be there shortly just hang in there.” Ziggy nods as if the woman can see her and hangs up before dialing the Davis’ number so maybe they can at least be informed “Hello?” She panted into her phone as a groggy and sleepy woman picks up “Hello? Why are you calling so late?”
”I’m in labor, I thought you should know and for you to maybe call someone to watch my dog?” She fell onto the floor phone still to her ear “Sure.” The woman says before hanging up leaving Ziggy with her thoughts as major tom gets the memo and walks up to Ziggy and begins to whine beside her as if he can feel everything she’s feeling.
”I just want it to be over already.” She begins to cry as she sees lights outside of her house she waddles to the door and unlocks the many locks on the door despite her mind blocking pain.
They soon take her away and then a few hours there she is in the delivery room pushing “Push!” The Doctor yells as if she’s an idiot and doesn’t know what to do.
Then she has the feeling of something leaving her and cries fill the room “It’s a girl!” The doctor yells as the nurses hand her to her sweaty red figure. After a few minutes and them both being cleaned up the Davis’ come in “Can you do me something?” Ziggy speaks gently her heart feeling like it’s tearing apart right now and the woman sensing this just nods “I brought this bag it has the information of who her father is and extended family, give it to her when she’s older.” The man grabs the bag on the couch “Anything else.” The woman says grabbing the baby in her arms.
”Can I have a picture with her? To keep.” And The woman nods and hands her to me I look at the camera and it flashes and I hand her back tears threatening to spill out.
“treat her well.” They nod and leave.. Ziggy is all alone once again.
The baby was born on April 12th at 6:66 am.
Now the child, Carolina, is 4 years old, asleep, in her bedroom fit for a princess when she dreams of this man in a cop uniform with an eye similar to hers he looks almost like her too with what she can see as apart do his face is shadowy.
But his voice is as clear as day to her. “Hello.” He speaks gently crouched down to her level “Hello, Mr.” She says in her dream it’s almost too realistic.
”Can you help me with something?” He asks softly, Kinder and softer than anything her parents had ever said to her. She just nods and he shows her a picture of an old book with illustrations on it and words “could you help me find my book?.” He speaks to her, calmly, and gently and so she nods.
”Where did you last have it?” She says rather quickly “I think at camp.” He spoke before she knew it they where there looking for it, soon something came into her line of view it looked just like the picture “Is this it?” She innocently asks “Oh yes! Thank you.” She begins to smile and get very happy that she finally found it! “Would you like to help me read it?” She nods and they walk off to a bench in this empty place. “Abbadon.” He spoke in a way that told Her to repeat after him, so she did. “Abbadon.” She spoke strangely well in this strange dream or reality for a 4 almost 5 year old that is.
“Azazel.”
“Beelzebub.”
“Moloch.”
“Satan.” He spoke and she hesitated before looking at his eager gaze and said it “Satan.” She immediately woke up after that in a sweat with scratches all over her with no possible explanation whatsoever to how she got them.
He was the first but not the last to make demands like that to her.