Shell Shock
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Avatar - The Last Airbender › AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality › Het- Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,804
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Gran Gran
Summary: I am drowning in a pool of hazy mist that coats a darkness over my eyes. A constant fog surrounds me. I feel as if I am hearing, seeing, speaking, all underwater. Somewhere submerged deep inside me something is screaming, hysterically crying, breaking, but it is so far down that I hardly notice. It is ever present, a nuisance to my hazy reality that annoys like a persistent gnat. Disturbing images plague my mind and memory, taunting in their familiarity... So I sleep.
----Gran Gran----
A woman would come and bath me in a round iron tub. There were no lines to crease her face and her hair was thick and black, but her golden eyes were gentle.
I began to call her Gran Gran.
The water was warm and smelled sweet. She sang and crooned softly a lullaby I had never heard. I closed my eyes and hummed along. She dressed me in a soft blue tunic and pulled a white parka over my head. It had a soft hood lined in fur that tickled my chin.
Her fingers and a pretty shell comb worked through my wet hair and the tangles and knots.
It felt nice to have Gran Gran braid my hair again.
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It should be somewhat apparent by now, hopefully, that Katara is greatly disturbed and not mentally stable.
----Gran Gran----
A woman would come and bath me in a round iron tub. There were no lines to crease her face and her hair was thick and black, but her golden eyes were gentle.
I began to call her Gran Gran.
The water was warm and smelled sweet. She sang and crooned softly a lullaby I had never heard. I closed my eyes and hummed along. She dressed me in a soft blue tunic and pulled a white parka over my head. It had a soft hood lined in fur that tickled my chin.
Her fingers and a pretty shell comb worked through my wet hair and the tangles and knots.
It felt nice to have Gran Gran braid my hair again.
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It should be somewhat apparent by now, hopefully, that Katara is greatly disturbed and not mentally stable.