08-11-2023, 05:31 AM
<TW - Talk of darker things, just in case>
She was feeling scared. There was some hurt in her gaze as she peered at Sam for not explaining things he seemed to know. But then her attention was on the old man for a long time. She couldn't very well push Sam out now, he had told her his darkest secrets and now it seems it would be her turn to explain.
"I don't know what my real name is. I was in an orphanage within hours, if not a day from my birth. There isn't much I remember except for it being always cold in the winter, and that nobody wanted any of us. The nuns were not unkind, but they could not do much when there wasn't much money to be had in that area. Often times we would live off of a small amount of bread and some cheese... If we were lucky, the cheese wasn't moldy and the bread was fresh. I saw too many of the others getting sick and sometimes they wouldn't make it, it would either be too cold and they would catch pneumonia, or there'd be some kind of fever brought on by a rat infestation."
She paused and pulled herself away from both men, sort of withering with what she was about to say, "There was once my closest friend out of everyone was so hot with fever. They wouldn't let me see her. I went to look when they had left the room and... I saw her... And... She was lying there with her eyes open still, but there was no hint of her left in her eyes. I just stood there and could only stare at her. They finally realized what I'd done I suppose, but they didn't yell at me for it, they only shook their heads and used their fingers to pull her eyelids down. They pulled a blanket over her head as they carried me out, I couldn't... walk." She had to stand, so she fixed her clothing after that and moved to stand by a window.
"And then I remember being sick too. We all were. I don't remember much of that time other than feeling tired. This is like that except I don't have fevers. I left the orphanage after that, I couldn't handle it there anymore. I was about fifteen I think. After I stole the loaf of bread I told Sam about, that is when I started to fight to get out of France. It took me a while."
She was feeling scared. There was some hurt in her gaze as she peered at Sam for not explaining things he seemed to know. But then her attention was on the old man for a long time. She couldn't very well push Sam out now, he had told her his darkest secrets and now it seems it would be her turn to explain.
"I don't know what my real name is. I was in an orphanage within hours, if not a day from my birth. There isn't much I remember except for it being always cold in the winter, and that nobody wanted any of us. The nuns were not unkind, but they could not do much when there wasn't much money to be had in that area. Often times we would live off of a small amount of bread and some cheese... If we were lucky, the cheese wasn't moldy and the bread was fresh. I saw too many of the others getting sick and sometimes they wouldn't make it, it would either be too cold and they would catch pneumonia, or there'd be some kind of fever brought on by a rat infestation."
She paused and pulled herself away from both men, sort of withering with what she was about to say, "There was once my closest friend out of everyone was so hot with fever. They wouldn't let me see her. I went to look when they had left the room and... I saw her... And... She was lying there with her eyes open still, but there was no hint of her left in her eyes. I just stood there and could only stare at her. They finally realized what I'd done I suppose, but they didn't yell at me for it, they only shook their heads and used their fingers to pull her eyelids down. They pulled a blanket over her head as they carried me out, I couldn't... walk." She had to stand, so she fixed her clothing after that and moved to stand by a window.
"And then I remember being sick too. We all were. I don't remember much of that time other than feeling tired. This is like that except I don't have fevers. I left the orphanage after that, I couldn't handle it there anymore. I was about fifteen I think. After I stole the loaf of bread I told Sam about, that is when I started to fight to get out of France. It took me a while."
