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Title: Homesick
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jessica
Summary: There's not a lot to do after dark in Bon Temps.
There are some days when the first thing Jessica does after the sun goes down is turn on her computer. She chats online with other baby-vamps; they talk about passing for alive, about missing sunlight, about make-up that blends well on cool skin.
The internet is what keeps her sane when she and Hoyt aren't talking and Bill is gone and it's not like Sookie or Pam or anyone has time for her. On the net, she has vamps - and some fangbangers - who worry if she doesn't log onto their group chats or reply to comments on her blog. Each new e-mail notification she gets makes her feel a little less lost, a little more connected.
It's almost like having friends.
It's nothing like having a family.
Because friends - even friends who are the only people giving you a lick of attention - can slip out of your (un)life with only a brief, sharp, slash of pain. When its family, when its family you can't see and who don't want to see you, it's like there is a huge, aching hole in Jessica's stomach that never stops hurting. And as much as she hated her daddy's rule and her mother's small little life, god knows she misses having a family so much sometimes she screams from it. Sure she felt she was going crazy from all the rules her parents put on her, but she knew they loved her. They'd loved her, back when she was alive.
Jessica doesn't even let herself remember what it felt like when her little sister would sneak into her bed, and they'd snuggle together after lights-out. She thinks she'd die all over again if she did.
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jessica
Summary: There's not a lot to do after dark in Bon Temps.
There are some days when the first thing Jessica does after the sun goes down is turn on her computer. She chats online with other baby-vamps; they talk about passing for alive, about missing sunlight, about make-up that blends well on cool skin.
The internet is what keeps her sane when she and Hoyt aren't talking and Bill is gone and it's not like Sookie or Pam or anyone has time for her. On the net, she has vamps - and some fangbangers - who worry if she doesn't log onto their group chats or reply to comments on her blog. Each new e-mail notification she gets makes her feel a little less lost, a little more connected.
It's almost like having friends.
It's nothing like having a family.
Because friends - even friends who are the only people giving you a lick of attention - can slip out of your (un)life with only a brief, sharp, slash of pain. When its family, when its family you can't see and who don't want to see you, it's like there is a huge, aching hole in Jessica's stomach that never stops hurting. And as much as she hated her daddy's rule and her mother's small little life, god knows she misses having a family so much sometimes she screams from it. Sure she felt she was going crazy from all the rules her parents put on her, but she knew they loved her. They'd loved her, back when she was alive.
Jessica doesn't even let herself remember what it felt like when her little sister would sneak into her bed, and they'd snuggle together after lights-out. She thinks she'd die all over again if she did.
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