bergström, linnéa r.

[LINNÉA RUT BERGSTRÖM .]

linnéa rut bergström .

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the morning of lin's first communion was a disaster. her mother was in tears, her father screaming over her, his hand raised. it was only when linnéa slowly made her presence known by stepping around the corner, that her father slowly lowered his hand, to embrace his little girl. "we are so proud of you, little one." he whispered, his arms wrapping around her tightly, the bitter aroma that lin had come to associate with the bottles in the sitting room cabinet lingering around him. lin's eyes, however, were still on her mother, who shakily rose to her feet to join the two of them. "yes, today is a big, big day." she sang out, the strain in her voice evident as she tried not to cry. she had seen them fight before, but the anger in her father's eyes was now burned into her memory. and now, they were playing happy families. the smile on her mother's face was shaky, and as her father stepped back to hold his daughter and only child at arm's length, lin had never been more afraid in her life.

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"mama, why can't i go outside?" from her view from the window, lin had a perfect view of the children running around the grass, screaming with delight as they chased one another, playing some version of tag. her question ignored, lin moved over to stand next to where her father was working. "papa, may i go outside? i'd like to play with the other children." lin didn't think it was possible to be more polite, but it was clear from the look in her father's eyes that she had said the wrong thing. "no, linnéa. it's dangerous." confused, linnéa ran back to the window. "but, papa! it is just grass! they are having so much fun." in a single, explosive motion, her father leaped to his feet, the chair falling backwards, and stepped over the window. in shock, lin didn't realize his hand was raised until she felt the sting of his hand on her cheek. her eyes watered, blurring her vision, as her father shut the curtain, hiding the children from view. it was the first time he had hit her. and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]age seventeen ;

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she was free. far behind her was the house she had been kept as what seemed like a captive, and with it her terrible parents. her father, hypocritical and a drunk, and her mother just as bad with her unwavering faith to both him and the Lord. now, linnéa was in lillehammer, norway, as far away from home as she was willing to go. she'd quickly picked up a job as a nurse, and now she was out with some of the other nurses she had befriended. she was uncertain about the bar they had arrived at. it was so far from anything she had ever seen in her short life, but lin was surprised to find that she liked it. the music, the atompshere... gosh, even the smells! making her way to the counter to buy another drink for herself, linnéa already felt light headed. she turned back, trying to catch sight of her friends amongst the throngs of people, but without any luck. she was about to give up her search when she met eyes with someone. and that was when she met him.

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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]age twenty ;

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she couldn't believe it. it was a joke. a lie. it was supposed to be funny. but no, axel had proved it to her. he was telling the truth. linnéa didn't know what to make of it. it just wasn't possible. a vampire? they didn't exist. it. was. not. possible. her mother's words drifted over to her from years past. "the work of the devil..." her heart was racing just as fast as her brain, and it was a wonder she wasn't hyperventilating. raising a hand to her cheek, lin found she was crying. should she be thankful for being spared so many years? what should she do? she couldn't go on with him. that much was sure. she'd never be able to look at axel the same. she had to end it, even if it incurred his wrath.

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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]age twenty two ;

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she couldn't help herself. she was happy to see him. letting him into her life again was easy. it had only been just over a year, but it felt like much longer. at least, it did to lin. she listened to him speak, laughing when it was appropriate to easy the mood, unable to keep her eyes off him. when he offered her the proposition, how could she resist? "yes." she told him confidently, certain that this was what she wanted. what sane woman wouldn't want immortal life?

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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]age thirty eight ;

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with medical school far behind her, linnéa decided to leave nursing behind her and become a pediatrician. she'd always had a way with kids, knew how to make them smile, and managed to reassure them when others couldn't. there wasn't anywhere else she'd rather be working. the more she worked with children, the more she wanted one of her own. broaching the topic with axel seemed impossible since he clearly wasn't in the same mindset. she was one of three wives, for god's sake! not that linnéa minded. she had grown used to it alarmingly quickly. but she kept her mouth shut on the matter of children, and treated the ones she worked with like they were the most precious of all things.

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standing in front of the coffin, linnéa couldn't quite believe it. her father seemed so large in memory, yet here he was, small and shrunken in old age, his pallor pale, and his pulse most surely flatlined. behind her, the shrieking of her own mother was almost too much to bear. every inch of lin wanted to run to her side, to comfort the aging woman, but it wouldn't do her mother any good to see her fifty six year old daughter looking barely thirty. as it was, a black veil covered her face, shielding her identity from those she knew. even so, it was a small funeral, maybe twenty people in attendance, and lin would have had to be deaf to not hear the whispering about the strange woman who was hiding her face. some assumed she was a lover, others that she was somebody important. they couldn't be more wrong.

later on, she approached her mother as she sat by herself, a glass of wine in her hand. resting a hand on the frail shoulder of the woman, linnéa had to hold in a sob. "you're free now." linnéa said cryptically, leaving the old woman to stare after her before exiting the room before the old woman had a chance to respond. "linnéa..." the name cracked from mrs. bergström's lips for reasons she couldn't explain. but just like she was sure her husband had gone to the fiery pits of hell, she was certain the odd woman was her daughter who she had not seen for nearly forty years.

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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]age eighty two ;

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life was now routine. get up, go to work, go home, relax, feed if she was hungry, do some painting if she wasn't. even now, days seemed to pass far too quickly like she was constantly on fast forward. she still enjoyed her job, and now had a reputation for being one of the most sought after pediatrician's in lillehammer, and had patients from the much larger neighboring cities. still, the urge to have her own child made it's presence known, no matter how much linnéa tried to squash it. it just wasn't going to happen the way things were going. plus, she was sure she loved axel. he did enough for her, without adding a child in the mix. why would she want to risk that?

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painting. photography. sketching. reading. star gazing. writing. playing piano.

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[style=letter-spacing: -1px; margin-bottom: 3px;]personality ;

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aloof. charming. uncertain. creative. artistic. compassionate. generous. kind. wise. sweet. guarded. independent. loner. sheltered. forgiving. docile. quiet. reclusive. maternal. sad. lonely. calm. caring. protective. serious. impetuous. dreamer. quirky. introvert. rational. loving. pushover.

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HALO .

EIGHTEEN .

SIX .

CHARLIE BIT MY FINGER .

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