Long Time Coming

The room bounced. Froze. And then bounced again. As she stood in the middle of it, she was sure that it was the room itself that was moving, it was in the front of her mind to go to the door and demand what was going on.

She was twitching. It wasn't the room that was the problem, it was her. Swallowing hard the woman took a half step, stopped and then spun again. This wasn't right. None of this was right. It was wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

All of it wrong.

Not just the room, but her life, her world. Order, she had strived for order, and piece by piece it all fell apart.

They had taken her; she had control of her life, her day, her world and they had taken her. She had given her daughter the ability of a better life, and she had lost it; there parents that she had chosen so carefully were dead, and now Evelina was stuck with her - imperfectly, flawed, wrong her. She would surely undo every good thing the Moffetts had already done. Eli, she had promised to love Eli, she did love Eli, but then she never stopped thinking about Brock.

Brock. She had sworn to move on with her life and forget the past, and the god damn fool had gotten himself into who knew what! How as she supposed to forget the past when it was walking around her ministry like a day hadn't gone by.

They had taken her.

She was supposed to be safe, in control - the minister of magic, and they had still taken her.

It wasn't where it was supposed to be. Kallie's focus latched onto the small ink well and quill holder on her desk. They weren't where they were supposed to be. Someone, in the time she had stayed with Evelina - School had started again, the girl was fending for herself - had moved it. It wasn't where it was supposed to be. Reaching out, she pushed it back in place. It went too far left. With an irritated growl, she pushed it again, going too far right. Again, and again she repeated this action until with one last call of frustration she swung her thin arm out and pushed half the contents of her desk onto the ground. The inkwell shattered, a black smeer growing across the white carpet, snaking towards her.

She blinked at it, tilted her head to the side.

And then it was the paintings on the walls that weren't right. The trinkets on the mantel, the pillows on the love seat. Nothing in the room was right.

It was all wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

And not a single thing was left untouched. The pillows thrown across the room, pictures torn from their frames, the desk half empty, and the blot of ink, sitting in a circle of glass dribbled down the carpet, a ghostly hand pointing.

The ruined room was empty; not a single person had seen Kallie leave, for she hadn't left by the door. Even in her torment, she had the presences of mind to remember the perks of her job.

Within seconds she was miles away, in the only place she had felt safe.

Cemetary
Middle of Nowhere
Finland

Her formal clothes were seeped with wet snow, completely ruined and she didn't care. Her body was shaking with something besides cold, and the sobs were becoming nothing more than muted hiccups.

"I messed everything up Elena. I-I-"

She gave a laugh and then a defeated shrug.

"I ruin everything I touch."