It was raining.
Just as it had every other day the young girl had been staying with her aunt and uncle. The large manor had at least a hundred rooms, and probably more that were forbidden for the girl to enter. She peered out the window, smiling at the bright blue birds on the tree branch, chattering and chirping happily, showing they were pleased that it was raining.
The girl, however, was not.
Her eyes flickered to the garden, and the large black fence that was at least three metres tall.
The estate was like a prison, and the girl was surely treated like some kind of mental patient.
"Have you had your medication today?"
The woman dressed all in white flung open the door, staring at the girl expectantly.
"No"
"Well why not?" the woman asked, taking a seat on the bed in the room. The cover was a dark brown, not exactly the type of bed a young girl of ten should have. But the girl wasn't a regular girl of ten.
"Christina, why do you think it rains?" the girl asked, not looking away from the window once, ignoring the womans request to know why she hadn't taken her medication. The woman smiled, "It is a part of nature, but I have been told that when it rains, the Lord is crying."
The girl smirked, "Don't be silly Christina, there is no such thing as a 'Lord'or a 'God' as you say, all as silly as those fairytales you read me."
The woman shrugged, "If that is what you believe."
The girl finally came away from the window, smiling at the woman. Half of her face was horribly disfigured, the other half normal.
"Christina" she said softly, sitting beside the woman on the bed, "Why must I stay here, in this house, why can't I go and play with the other children?"
The woman looked sadly at the girl, "You know why."
The girl shook her head, "But it's getting better isn't it?" she asked, touching her face, and looking hopefully at the woman.
The woman nodded. Lied.
"Of course it is, and tomorrow, it shall be better and you shall be able to go outside and play with the children."
A lie. The same lie she had been telling the girl since she'd moved to the estate.
* * *
It was raining.
Just as it had each day for the past seventy eight years. The old woman sat by the window, peering out at all that was below.
Her eyes flickered to the garden, and the large black fence that was at least three metres tall.
Children ran past the gate, racing each other, laughing happily.
Touching her face, the old woman sighed.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow it will be better she told herself, knowing perfectly well that tomorrow, would never come.
Just as it had every other day the young girl had been staying with her aunt and uncle. The large manor had at least a hundred rooms, and probably more that were forbidden for the girl to enter. She peered out the window, smiling at the bright blue birds on the tree branch, chattering and chirping happily, showing they were pleased that it was raining.
The girl, however, was not.
Her eyes flickered to the garden, and the large black fence that was at least three metres tall.
The estate was like a prison, and the girl was surely treated like some kind of mental patient.
"Have you had your medication today?"
The woman dressed all in white flung open the door, staring at the girl expectantly.
"No"
"Well why not?" the woman asked, taking a seat on the bed in the room. The cover was a dark brown, not exactly the type of bed a young girl of ten should have. But the girl wasn't a regular girl of ten.
"Christina, why do you think it rains?" the girl asked, not looking away from the window once, ignoring the womans request to know why she hadn't taken her medication. The woman smiled, "It is a part of nature, but I have been told that when it rains, the Lord is crying."
The girl smirked, "Don't be silly Christina, there is no such thing as a 'Lord'or a 'God' as you say, all as silly as those fairytales you read me."
The woman shrugged, "If that is what you believe."
The girl finally came away from the window, smiling at the woman. Half of her face was horribly disfigured, the other half normal.
"Christina" she said softly, sitting beside the woman on the bed, "Why must I stay here, in this house, why can't I go and play with the other children?"
The woman looked sadly at the girl, "You know why."
The girl shook her head, "But it's getting better isn't it?" she asked, touching her face, and looking hopefully at the woman.
The woman nodded. Lied.
"Of course it is, and tomorrow, it shall be better and you shall be able to go outside and play with the children."
A lie. The same lie she had been telling the girl since she'd moved to the estate.
* * *
It was raining.
Just as it had each day for the past seventy eight years. The old woman sat by the window, peering out at all that was below.
Her eyes flickered to the garden, and the large black fence that was at least three metres tall.
Children ran past the gate, racing each other, laughing happily.
Touching her face, the old woman sighed.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow it will be better she told herself, knowing perfectly well that tomorrow, would never come.