AN: this is a one-shot, quite short, but i'm thinking of extending it a bit. This is au.
Amelia had a crack in her wall, and it scared her. There wasn't much that scared her, not even her dad's gun scared her, but the crack did. At night, you could hear voices coming from the crack, and that's what made Amelia realize that it was no ordinary crack, it was an especially scary crack.
She prayed every night that God would somehow make the crack disappear, but it didn't work, and she was beginning to get desperate.
At last, when her aunt was out somewhere and not coming back til tomorrow at noon, she resorted to the sort of desperate measures that you resort to when you're really scared of the crack in your wall; a crack that wasn't normal but especially scary.
She called her dad.
"It's me, Amelia," she said and tried not to sound scared, though that didn't work because she sounded too serious, and Amelia never sounded that serious unless she could help it. Even though she never saw her dad, she had a feeling that he knew that.
"What's wrong?" Amelia immediately felt reassured. Her dad's voice dark and, strangely enough, American, always did that. But her dad could also sound even more Scottish than herself, so she thought that when it came to accents, her dad was a big lie.
"There's a crack in my wall. At night there's voices," she told him, and just as desperate as she had been before to have something done about the crack, was she now to be believed.
"Voices? Amelia, are you sure?" Amelia was very glad that he didn't outright say that he didn't believe her.
"Yes, they say that prisoner zero has escaped, can you fix it, dad?"
"I-" There was a pip, which Amelia knew meant that he had disconnected. Now Amelia was even more scared than before. Her dad had been taken. He must have been , he wouldn't have disconnected without a reason, he loved her. And that she knew because he repeatedly told her.
But it could have been his boss. She knew for a fact that he didn't like her boos, and that his boss didn't like him, and his boss might have disconnected the call.
She brightened considerably, she was still scared, of course, anybody would be scared of the crack in her wall, really.
Well, there was a really obvious solution to the problem: call again. He, after all, had to answer.
She heard the signals, but her voice, so reassuring, didn't greet her.
He must be gone.
Now Amelia was even more scared than before, since she now couldn't call her dad and ask him to come. After all, the crack in her wall must be more important than his job, to her at least.
She went up to her room and started praying, like she had since the crack had appeared.
AN: the extending bit would be from amelia's dad's pov, and a bit on what happens to him, and what happens to amelia after the doctor's visit. But i'm not sure if I should write that, but if you think that I should I will.
Who do you think that amelia's dad is? Clue: he lives in cardiff.
A nice thing to do after reading a fanfic, is to review it. Even if it's short.